Our presidents have been getting to be synthetic monsters, the work of a hundred ghost- writers and press agents so that it is getting harder and harder to discover the line between the man and the institution.
John Dos Passos (1896–1970), U.S. novelist, poet, playwright, painter. Letter, July 6, 1951, to his friend, literary critic Edmund Wilson. The Fourteenth Chronicle: Letters and Diaries of John Dos Passos, ed. Townsend Ludington (1973).