"For one thing there is the divinest, cleanest air to be breathed anywhere in God's world"
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The line sells the desert the way a modern influencer sells a wellness retreat: not with scenery, but with air. Mary Austin doesn’t start by praising mountains or sunsets; she opens with breath, the most intimate proof of place. “For one thing” has the casual confidence of someone who knows she has a whole list of wonders in reserve, a conversational aside that makes the praise feel earned rather than performative. Then she goes all in: “divinest, cleanest.” It’s a double superlative that reads like devotion and diagnosis at once, spiritual rapture yoked to a hygienic ideal.
Austin was writing out of the early 20th-century American West, when “pure air” carried cultural weight: tuberculosis sanatoriums, back-to-nature movements, and a growing urban disgust with smoke, crowding, and industrial grime. So the sentence isn’t just landscape writing; it’s an argument. The desert becomes a moral and physical corrective, a place where the body is restored and the mind can be scrubbed of modernity.
The religious phrasing - “anywhere in God’s world” - works as both permission and provocation. It folds the claim into a shared vocabulary of reverence, implying that to doubt her is to doubt creation itself. Subtext: the West is not barren; it’s purified. In a period when the desert was often framed as empty, hostile, or useless, Austin flips the script. She makes “nothing” sound like salvation, and does it through the simplest human act: inhaling.
Austin was writing out of the early 20th-century American West, when “pure air” carried cultural weight: tuberculosis sanatoriums, back-to-nature movements, and a growing urban disgust with smoke, crowding, and industrial grime. So the sentence isn’t just landscape writing; it’s an argument. The desert becomes a moral and physical corrective, a place where the body is restored and the mind can be scrubbed of modernity.
The religious phrasing - “anywhere in God’s world” - works as both permission and provocation. It folds the claim into a shared vocabulary of reverence, implying that to doubt her is to doubt creation itself. Subtext: the West is not barren; it’s purified. In a period when the desert was often framed as empty, hostile, or useless, Austin flips the script. She makes “nothing” sound like salvation, and does it through the simplest human act: inhaling.
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