Enid spoke first to her left-hand neighbor, Mr. Soderblad, a reassuringly ascoted and blue-blazered older Swede. "What's your impression of the ship so far?" she asked. "Is it really super authentic?"

"Well, it does seem to be floating," Mr. Soderblad said with a smile, "in spite of heavy seas."

Enid raised her voice to aid his comprehension. "I mean, is it AUTHENTICALLY SCANDINAVIAN?"

"Well, yes, of course," Mr. Soderblad said. "At the same time, everything in the world is more and more American, don't you think?"

"But you think this captures REALLY SUPER WELL," Enid said, "the flavor of a REAL SCANDINAVIAN SHIP?"

"Actually, it is better than most ships in Scandinavia. My wife and I are quite pleased so far."

Enid abandoned her inquiry unconvinced that Mr. Soderblad had grasped its import. It mattered to her that Europe be European. [...]