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May 14, 2007 16:19

"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all of the lives that I'm not living."

"Brod's life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time."

"All right. Listen to me a minute now.... I may not word this as memorably as I'd like to, but I'll write you a letter about it in a day or two. Then you can get it all straight. But listen now, anyways. This fall I think you're riding for-- it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn't supply them with. Or they thought their own environment couldn't supply them with. So they gave up looking. They gave it up before they really even started."

I hear that, all of it... how come?
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