"Men, Women and Other Anticlimaxes" [.]

[fiefoe]

__ How do we know that rats do not enjoy the maze, the delirium of its choices?
__ A colonial house is a close embrace. God is in the attic and the devil's in the cellar.
__ I would call (man) an animal that writes letters.
__ (After mailing a letter,) some delicate balance, some beautiful tension, is destroyed.
__ I see the whole thing as a stab at closure, a cheap gestalt. You want to shape the shapeless, you call up somebody for dinner.
__ To move to the country is to transfer paranoia from people to things.
__ another installment in his unpredictability
__ Conformity is the first passion of small boys. Originality, if it comes at all, arrives much later.
__ Am I an embarrassment to (my children), or an accepted part of the human comedy?

__ Who wants to kiss a stiff upper lip?
__ I am struck by the extraneousness, the radical irrelevance, of undesired intimacy.
__ The body of someone we love is not altogether naked, but clothed and framed in our feelings.
__ Part of the pleasure in the gift of the self lies in the unwrapping.
__ I think of the new relationship between men and women as somehow... spiritually athletic.
__ To understand a man is considered a form of aggression.
__ Love: Your individuality has a witness and an advocate.
__ Spilled love is the saddest of all spectacles.
__ The disproportionate profusion of gifts that protests too much.
__ Few of us are loved as accurately as we might wish.

crepitate: to make a crackling or popping sound; crackle.
steatopygous: of fat butt
denier cri: the last cry

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