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“So here we are in the Capitol of the United States of America on Capitol Hill, the acropolis of our nation. It is a building like no other in the land, wherein the highest aspirations of a free and open society have been written into law, generation after generation, where, time and again, brave and eloquent words have changed history, and where the best and some of the worst of human motivations have been plainly on display.”

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Book:The American Spirit: Who We Are and What We Stand For
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David McCullough
David McCullough

David McCullough is an American historian and author renowned for his in-depth research and vivid storytelling. His works typically focus on significant individuals and events in American history, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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