I thought this was interesting, given its source and timing.
The conspicuous fault of the — Party, like the personal fault of Senator —, was that it represented integrity and reason, in a year when the electorate hungered for frisky emotions, for the peppery sensations associated, usually, not with monetary systems and taxation rates but with baptism by immersion in the creek, young love under the elms, straight whiskey, angelic orchestras heard soaring down from the full moon, fear of death when an automobile teeters above a canyon, thirst in a desert and quenching it with spring water — all the primitive sensations which they thought they had found …
Source: Sinclair Lewis, It Can’t Happen Here, 1935
