On one level my attention was intently focused on her voice and story. On another level I – it was if my mind was having a garage sale.
My aunt asks again if I’m sure it’s no problem and I don’t answer because I’m afraid of how my voice will sound.
Jim’s internal life was to Orin a black hole, Orin said, his father’s face any room’s fifth wall.
Things get very abstract. The concrete room was the sum of abstract facts. Are facts abstract, or are they just abstract representations of concrete things?
There was something almost unbearably touching about a bald spot on a handicapped man.
When he smoked marijuana he tended to masterbate a great deal.
The fake ring and fictional spouse. It’s like you’re inventing somebody you love just to seduce somebody else into helping you betray her. What’s it like. It’s like suborning somebody into you desecrate a tomb they don’t know is empty.
I could be the faultless victim of a freak accident and be knocked from the game while still on the ascendant. Becoming the object of compassionate sorrow rather than disappointed sorrow.
Or are you just looking for some Cliff-Note summary so you can incorporate the impression of depth into some new panty-removal campaign?
What I was thinking is is this maybe a textbook case of Johnny-Gentle-type-find-an-enemy-for-a-divided-nation-to-come-together-by-blaming-and-hating theory in action?
Subjects locked away in institutions and written off as casualties of peace.
Pemulis says ‘Blarg.
And although I played along with him for a while so as not to prick his bubble, inside I felt pretty bleak indeed, because now I knew that he was going to be just as pliable and credulous as everyone else, he didn’t appear to have anything close to the firepower I’d need to give me any hope of getting helped out of the trap of fraudulence and unhappiness I’d constructed for myself.
Matriculations, gender quotas, recruiting, financial aid, room-assignments, mealtimes, rankings, class v. drill schedules, prorector-hiring, accommodating changes in drill schedule consequent to a player’s movement up or down a squad. It’s all the sort of thing that’s uninteresting unless you’re the one responsible, in which case it’s cholesterol-raisingly stressful and complex.
I was enjoying being one horizontal object in a room filled with horizontality.
It was really almost a 90-yard punt, and had the sort of hang-time the Special Teams Asst. said you could have tender and sensitive intercourse during.
It is like Swinburne sat down on his soul’s darkest night and designed an organized sport.
The jokes theory was there’s no audience and no director and no stage or set because, The Mad Stork and his cronies argued, in Reality there are none of these things. And the protagonist doesn’t know he’s the protagonist in a Found Drama because in Reality nobody thinks they’re in any sort of Drama.
Right from the start, what I liked best about the analyst was that his office was a mess.
It’s not like he kept the money. It’s not like he needed it. I think he especially liked the idea that the star of the show might have already moved away or recently died and there was no way to know.