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âThe rabbi, my lover, is back from Warsaw, so my concentration and self-esteem are destroyed. I wrote mythological poems in ninth grade, and the myth my lover resembles is Orpheusânot that I revere Orpheus, I think Orpheus was a failure and a turncoat, I prefer Abraham for being a semi-literalist about Godâs commands. The real heartthrob is Isaac, who, if he were alive now and living in Hoboken or in this tiny town near Hoboken, a town I am devastated to admit is my permanent address, would wear studious gold-framed glasses and would have an unfashionable halo of disordered and frizzy curls; he would play the oboe and be constantly licking and biting and polishing his reeds; and he would treat me disrespectfully.â
âWhatever shall I do? You see, the modern ownership of movables is reducing us again to a nomadic horde. We are reverting to a civilization of luggage, Mr. Wilcox.â
âWe better check on mother and the cats. Sheâs a lot of fun, I hope she doesnât die. I hate to spend another winter here though. Oh God, another winter.â
âOh, you remember the awful things they said about whatâs-her-name before she jumped out the window? There. You see? I canât even remember her name so who cares?â
âIt is infuriating that your unhappiness does not turn to fat!â
âThere were these monkeys, apes, bonobos, quite fascinating. Everything they do is about sex. They meet a new bonobo, they have sex with them. Sticking it in and out, dear, âhello, how do you do?â In and out, tossing each other off, fingering each other, in and out, in and out, non-stop. Itâs how they make friends. And I thought âthatâs Margaretâin and out, in and outâMargaret is a bonobo.ââ


“Fortunately, I did still say yes to some terrific opportunities, such as the chance to play the title role in a summer stock tour of Auntie Mame. To be on the safe side, at my cardiology checkup, I asked Dr. Erica Jones if she thought I had the endurance to undertake the physically demanding role of Mame. Not in the least showbiz savvy, she leaned in with a concerned look. ‘Will you be lifting anything heavy?’ To which I replied, ‘Well, I’ll be carrying the plot.’”
âIn the 20th century, Hans-Georg Gadamer was one of the theorists who helped to popularize the idea of âhistorical consciousness.â He argued that we can only ever interpret the past through our own prejudices and traditions, and that meaning emerges through a fusion of past and present âhorizons.â Appreciation for the subjectivity of our historical consciousness was, he suggested, a relatively new phenomenon. He believed it was âthe privilege of modern man to have a full awareness of the historicity of everything present and the relativity of all opinions.ââ
âNow Woody, heâs been my pal for as long as I can remember. He’s brave, like a cowboy should be. And kind, and smart. But the thing that makes Woody special, is heâll never give up on you⊠ever. Heâll be there for you, no matter what.â

“Why do you want to talk about fucking in front of your family? Or her family?”
âWait, hereâs one: âOne morning Gregor Samsa awoke to discover he had been transformed into a giant cockroach!â Nah, too good.â