The First

Lettuce go walking, the waltz singsong solitaire.

The first line, of a poem to be written en contracontinuim/contracontinuatum.

Finishing The Grapes of Wrath, it's like no one else has really read it. Nobody, in all their tell of that book, mentioned the ending.

Suspicious.

Edward Abbey does it for a man, and not a people in The Fool's Progress. Less tact, less fact, less universal. Noncompre. The man's magnum opus.