I am the penny whistle of American literature.

“Then the wooden benches along the walls, where so many outcasts had slept, woul…”

“...he said, with sort of a little derisive smile, "How can you walk down the st…”

“The great trains howling from track to track all night. The taut and telegraphi…”

“I don't know what kind of great I'm bound to be," Dove considered his prospects…”