“The President looked out of his window. He was not very happy. ‘I worry about Bill, Hubert, Henry, Kevin, Edward, Clem, Dan and their love, Snow White. I sense that all is not well with them. Now, looking out over this green lawn, and these fine rosebushes, and into the night and the yellow buildings, and the falling Dow-Jones index and the screams of the poor, I am concerned. I have many important things to worry about, but I worry about Bill and the boys too. Because I am the President. Finally. The President of the whole fucking country. And they are Americans, Bill, Hubert, Henry, Kevin, Edward, Clem, Dan and Snow White. They are Americans. My Americans.”

(Donald Barthelme, Snow White, p. 87.)