Monthly Archives: December 2009

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Best things about yesterday:

Phoebe Greenberg’s Next Floor

and a perfectly creamy lobster bisque with chunks of lump crab and my very first cut of chateaubriand at Ray’s The Steaks

Worst things about yesterday:

Your irritable 6 year-old who made my walk through the Holocaust Memorial Museum pretty useless.

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From “Doubt”

“Where is your compassion?”

“Nowhere you can get at it.”

–Amazing, alarming, FAMILIAR. This pathology exists and is a TYPE. Amazing!

“He was what I thought he was. And he’s gone.”

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“I like the Walrus best,” said Alice, “because you see he was a little sorry for the poor oysters.”

Lewis Carroll

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from The Original of Laura

I loathe my belly, that trunkful of bowels, which I have to carry around, and everything connected with it–the wrong food, heartburn, constipation’s leaden load, or else indigestion with a first installment of hot filth pouring out of me in a public toilet three minutes before a punctual engagement.

Heart (or Loins?)

Vladimir Nabokov