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It was so easy to blame the mother. Life a miserable contradiction, endless desire but limited supplies, your birth just a ticket to your death: why not blame the person who’d stuck you with a life?
And maybe this was what craziness was: an emergency valve to relieve the pressure of unbearable anxiety.
Happy people didn’t tell lies.
But strict limits to intimacy are the straight man’s burden.
