A moment later she returned the cards, smiling her sixteen-year-old hazy smile. Observing her youth, her automatic radiance, he said, “‘I feel as old as yonder elm.’” “From Finnegans Wake,” Kathy said happily. “When the old washerwomen at dusk are merging into trees and rocks.” “You’ve read Finnegans Wake?” he asked, surprised. “I saw the film. Four times. I like Hazeltine; I think he’s the best director alive.” “I had him on my show,” Jason said. “Do you want to know what he’s like in real life?” “No,” Kathy said.
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