"Rosie"

[fiefoe]

This is a cautionary tale about people who read too much. {shiver}  Or maybe reading too much is just a symptom.

__ 'They found it alarming when, in the market or the bookstore and for no apparent reason, she burst out laughing; she might have just remembered the eccentric horse in the Saki story who has what its owner called "the swerving sickness".'
__ 'Frustration, born of ennui, fueled by inertia and the escalating speed of time's passage, welled up inside her and made her palpitate. She came to think of herself as a thwarted workaholic while she spent each day waiting for it to be over.'

Anne Lamott's economy of phrase:

• Five years, six jobs, and three affairs later, she met and fell in love with Andrew Ferguson. He had three things Elizabeth wanted--playfulness, money, and a kind of faith. He was a truly kind man, who loved to read.
• the cruel, chilling pain of stubbed toes
• the inadvertently fertilized blob of embryonic tissue had survived to grow into a brilliant and consumed little person with dignity, humor, and frequently poor judgment.
  
• She dialed the number all the way through.
  
• funky genteel
• Her exhaustion such that she was pinned to the bed by centrifugal force;