"The family grace, the gilt-edged testaments worn with devotion, the musty-smelling ten-year-old owl-faced Plymouths chunking on dirt and barely tarred roads, the local church college with two Ph.D.'s, the one-room schoolhouse, one-track life, one religion, just one wife, will of God, and woodshed whipping-these and all the other half-real, half Norman Rockwell intimations of something way back, when religion was religion, and it was all right to take in Grandma when Grandpa passed on-these are the dreams that white Protestantism U. S. of A. (like a boy grown older and moved to the big town) tries to recapture and cannot."
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