The Trackers

by Charles Frazier

than it appears. I’m still just learning how to

For long stretches, you could believe we were still the imagined country whose overall movement was steadily and surely upward, like those moments in Fred and Ginger movies when everyone wears tuxedos and ball gowns, and the dancing is only lightly regulated by the laws of gravity.

Love this passage. I also highlighted it.

After all, the ultimate expression of capitalism is not Democracy. It’s a dictatorship not of individual men but of corporations with interchangeable leaders. I wasn’t sure if the Depression was straining the structural limits of our Constitution or simply revealing that its fundamental ideas were faulty. Those revolutionaries of old had left so much space in their documents, so much fog and vagueness. Like scribing a draft and getting a laugh imagining people in the future trying to figure out what in hell they meant.

Yep

Now do you understand the differences between your skills and Faro’s?

Now that is a puzzle I could not figure out. Nothing before or after gave a clue about what it meant. Anyone?

enormous sweeping cables somehow conveying lightness and strength at the same time. It stood out from the landscape, from the city and the open hills and the barrier of bay water widening into ocean, and it connected them with lines and curves, the geometry of the made thing, the force of art and imagination. In the larger sense, I was one of the first people to sit on this spot and be stunned by this brilliant construction. My first thought was,