People. . . have no idea what a hard job it is for two writers to be friends. Sooner or later you have to talk about each other's work.
Americans resent the vagaries of weather to a degree unknown to other peoples. . . . Weather is a force we have lost touch with. We feel entitled to dominate it, like everything else in the environment, and when we can't are more panic-stricken than primitives who know that when nature is out of control they can only pray to the gods.