A Visit to the House of White America

When the kettle whistles, do you let it continue with no regard for the throat which burns under the pressure of compressed water, the same water that has been boiled, burned, cooled, and boiled all over again? Would you tell your guests, strangers in your very house, that the bloodcurdling shriek means nothing; there is no water, you never even liked tea.

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