human
Though I don't suppose there's much bluegrass right around Louisville, is there, Daddy?
gpt
Plenty of it, Dollykins, plenty of it--though of course Louisville is not really in the bluegrass region, you remember. It belongs to the beargrass district. (Joan nodded. Thanks to her father's powers of reminiscence, she was well up on her Kentucky.)
human
Still, it isn't like one of these soulless Northern cities, which regard land as so much waste space on which to build monstrosities! He glanced out truculently upon the streets of Chicago, which had managed in some way to incur the Major's displeasure.
gpt
No, no, there's plenty of bluegrass about the old town still, plenty of space, plenty of room to breathe. And how my old friends will take you to their hearts and love you! None of this blighting Northern indifference to everything except the chink of money. Money--_bah!_--It is God's country down there, my child--gentleman's country.