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The maître d’ showed me to a plump red banquette, the adult equivalent of a bouncy castle.
desiderata
of religious concepts, with their dry abstractions and dubious utilities, to a junk drawer of the mind, where inevitably they went to get all jumbled up and die of unholy neglect.
bastard who, when his brother fell ill, couldn’t be bothered to visit him over the holiday, despite my efforts to get him on the phone and plead with him.
were as close to the halls of power as K was to the castle.
thought back on my years of envy, the dumb luck that gave her a dad and me a mere surrogate, always tenuous, and I realized that in fact it was tenuous for everyone always, the fortunate no less than the fostered, because in time the world makes orphans of us all.
Narcissism, justly lamented for doing so much damage, especially within the family unit, could also work miracles, as when a fundamentally apathetic collection of illiterates gets wind that they appear as characters in a book and transforms overnight into a bunch of rabbinical scholars.
