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Antin, Mary

  • A proper autobiography is a death-bed confession.

  • So, at last I was going to America! Really, really going, at last! The boundaries burst. The arch of heaven soared. A million suns shone out of every star. The winds rushed into outer space, roaring in my ears, "America! America!"