I was wishing we could go in the consciousness of people who actually hadn't been before--carry them all through Europe, and let them see it in the old, simple-hearted American way." She shook her head.

"You couldn't! They've all been!" "All but about sixty or seventy millions," said March.
"Well, those are just the millions you don't know, and couldn't imagine." "I'm not so sure of that." "And even if you could imagine them, you couldn't make them interesting.
All the interesting ones have been, anyway." "Some of the uninteresting ones too.

I used, to meet some of that sort over there.

I believe I would rather chance it for my pleasure with those that hadn't been." "Then why not do it?
I know you could get something out of it." "It might be a good thing," he mused, "to take a couple who had passed their whole life here in New York, too poor and too busy ever to go; and had a perfect famine for Europe all the time.

I could have them spend their Sunday afternoons going aboard the different boats, and looking up their accommodations.