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… this care that was missing when I was a child. It is also inevitable that [j] minutes later, my parents will … are you spending [s] dollars on a plane ticket? Why are you coming home almost every year? As if I didn’t factor this … the movie; what I’d like is a spectacular home in which to die. I cannot stop working, I cannot abandon my people. My …

… the button that sent the colored silks spinning, the burgundies and stripes and patterns whooshing past. He paused on … be critical, to sharpen their arguments into fine, piercing points.  Besides which: Miranda is so young. Nine! he thinks … what he should have said, he reflects as he settles his briefcase onto the overhead rack. “Come home” was too final, too …

… pressure on me, you know.” “Like what? Remembering the ingredients in a BLT?” “If it wasn’t for my job, we wouldn’t be … I was never as interested in baseball cards or comic books as I was in the brightly colored world of … when he wore the paper hat tipped way back on his head. She also had on baggy, fatigue army pants. “Maybe,” John said. …

… with mourning, pointed one way only, insomniac, lonely— coming or going, we averted our glance when we met and …

… use them to sharpen the edges of blunted truths, sometimes also to fashion ideas which amuse him. “When you arrive on … bands of day and night—the cosmic systole and diastole become visible—, haven’t you the feeling of having made a trip … touching geology, biology, and so on, are immediately studied, analysed, discussed. There is not a single laboratory …