February 2, 2008

Prose Saturday

As I didn't make it back for Poetry Friday (tea and conversation won out), here's Prose Saturday:

"He would disapprove of Muriel's mother, too. She's an irritating, opinionated woman, a type Buddy can't stand. I don't think he could see her for what she is. A person deprived, for life, of any understanding or taste for the main current of poetry that flows through things, all things. She might as well be dead, and yet she goes on living, stopping off at the delicatessens, seeing her analyst, consuming a novel every night, putting on her girdle, plotting for Muriel's health and prosperity. I love her. I find her unimaginably brave."

-J.D. Salinger

Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters.

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