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we spent all of simone's illness in the bedroom, looking forward to when we could go back to marcelle, as nervously as we had once waited for the end of the last lesson in school, and so all we talked about was the day we would return to the chateau.

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179 I have always
wondered what it would be like to be caught in one of those
crowds, screaming and not able to hear your own voice, your
individuality momentarily wiped out and replaced with the
blind empathic overslop of the crowd’s lurching, angry
anticipation, hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder with no one
in particular.

163: what the hell does transitional action analysis mean

pg 159: I was reminded of Mickey Mouse as the sorcerer’s apprentice
in the old Disney cartoon Fantasia. I had brought all the
brooms to life, but now where was the kindly old magician to
say abracadabra backwards and make them go back to
sleep?

pg 144: emotional

pg 53: And he reads those Richard
Stark novels about Parker, the thief. That always amused the
hell out of my mother. She finally broke down and told him
that Richard Stark was really Donald Westlake, who writes
sort of funny mysteries under his real name. My father tried
one and hated it. After that he always acted like
Westlake/Stark was his private lapdog who turned against
him one night and tried to bite his thro

voices pt 7 and 8

pull a string, a puppet moves

north is obvious, west is the ocean. the east is the
past. south is the only way.

the artists

one night like this beats life,
the overflow takes care of death

laughing is singing to us

"the trash men" is not bad

"class" was a good poem

startled into life like fire

sway with me