Ursula sighs, “This is all so profit-oriented, so corporate, so American.” The last word she says hangs in her mouth. She gags on its poisonous resonance. “I prefer to go my own way, make my on rules. I don’t need some corporation telling me what to do.”
Travis sits, stunned for a moment, then says, “If anything is American it’s your attitude toward things American. Individualism, arrogance, pride, a lack of respect for tradition and institutions.”
“Wh-what are you saying?” Ursula’s voice quivers.
“You’re more American than any of us.”
Ursula falls to her knees and screams, “NNNNOOOOOooooo!”
“Overly-dramatic. Totally American.”


“The post-modernest awareness of the dramatic is so very American. Even the Europeans don’t put up with that junk for long.”