Milkman

Ni à l’époque ni aujourd’hui. Depuis leur mariage, ils avaient toujours conservé de bons rapports entre eux, comme époux, et comme partenaires dans la vie. Quand ils avaient le temps, ils discutaient avec passion et franchise de toutes sortes de questions, et ils s’étaient efforcés de maintenir entre eux une confiance réciproque.

“A momentary psychotic break,” I’d said. “The strain of being in a strange and debilitating environment, such as Canada, can have that effect. You did the right thing. You had no choice. I see no reason for anyone else to know about this, do you?” “Oh, thank you, Aunt Lydia. I’m so sorry it happened.

These are subjective considerations, and they hinge on attitudinal differences. We are surely not our reputations. Our reputations are not in us; they are stories sustained in the minds of other people. When people fail to distinguish between who they are and their reputations, we make fun of them, saying they ‘believe their own bullshit’. We intui

And I feel like maybe I have no idea. That I’ve got to forty-five years of age and I really don’t know. And people talk about it all the time like it’s, you know, something real, something you can touch—like when we talk about love, we’re all talking about the same thing. But we’re not, are we? It isn’t a real thing. It isn’t anything. And sometime