دانلود رمان انگلیسی “بگذارید به شما بگویم منظورم چیست”

The only American newspapers that do not leave me in the grip of a profound physical conviction that the oxygen has been cut off from my brain tissue, very probably by an Associated Press wire, are The Wall Street Journal, the Los Angeles Free Press, the Los Angeles Open City, and the East Village Other. I tell you that not to make myself out an amusing eccentric, perverse and eclectic and, well, groovy in all her tastes; I am talking here about something deadening and peculiar, the inability of all of us to speak to one another in any direct way, the failure of American newspapers to “get through.” The Wall Street Journal talks to me directly (that I have only a minimal interest in much of what it tells me is beside the point), and so does the “underground” press.