Lillian Boxfish Takes a Walk
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Read between July 30, 2019 - January 24, 2020
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I wanted there to be something to do in life besides mate and reproduce and die, and advertising was that, or it was for a long while.
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Nostalgia for what’s new: The French probably have a word for that.
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committing oneself to being fashionable was simultaneously committing oneself to being perishable.
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she felt extra compelling, stalking the edges of the park in a feline fashion that made me think of Phoebe, of the way a house cat hunts, so that one can’t tell whether it’s serious or only playing, or if it’s sure itself.
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Always limit your reasons to three, the number of greatest credibility. Cite more and people will assume that you’re fabricating. Often correctly.”
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Frequent Wishing on the Gracious Moon.
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Whether there was another world in which I had yielded to his request, and whether in that world I would not be standing alone under the full moon at Silver Hill, contemplating the wreck of my previous twenty years.
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People who command respect are never as widely known as people who command attention.
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Burning a bridge, as any tactician will tell you, sometimes saves more than it costs.
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A motto favored by the ancients was solvitur ambulando: It is solved by walking. Sometimes, I might add, by walking out.
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The point of living in the world is just to stay interested.
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I had always been praised, in public and in private, for my love of fun—for seeming young forever, forever young. But. Happiness and a love of fun are not coextensive, and their relationship may even be divergent. If one were happy, then one might stay in with a book, say, and not go out hunting for fun.
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It had never been an effort for me to keep up my aggressive vivacity—until suddenly it was, and I didn’t know how to get it back or what to do in its absence.
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We drift—all of us—farther from the fraught spasm of midnight, settling into the fog of another year.
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No one survives the future, of course. Over the years I have rushed it, run from it, tried to shunt myself from its track. That these efforts did not succeed does not mean that I regret them.
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a poet, a protofeminist, a successful career woman, and a mother