Sublime

He was a gaunt young man who seemed suspicious of conversation that strayed outside certain unspecified guidelines.

The eleven-year-old face was an expert mask of restrained exasperation.

I found myself shaking his hand warmly. Minutes later I was out on the street. A boy walked splay-footed across a public lawn, nudging a soccer ball before him. A second kid sat on the grass, taking off his socks by grabbing the heels and yanking. How literary, I thought peevishly. Streets thick with the details of impulsive life as the hero ponder

The genius of the primitive mind is that it can render human helplessness in noble and beautiful ways.

person’s entire life is the unraveling of this conflict. No wonder we’re bewildered, staggered, shattered.”