“It is as if the soul of the continent is weeping.
Why does it weep?…
It weeps for magic that has been forgotten. It weeps for the decline of poets.
It weeps for the black people who think like white people.
It weeps for the Indians who think like settlers.
It weeps for the children who think like adults.
It weeps for the free who think like prisoners.
Most of all, it weeps for the cowgirls who think like cowboys.”
― Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues