Sublime

Weltschmerz

My father sports his STRIPED BASS CONSERVATION PARTICIPANT cap, a new Banana Republic jacket, and swish sunglasses, looking surprisingly Western by way of eastern Queens. Only the combination of black socks and leather sandals betrays him as a true native of this land.

“What a world,”

inures

ascetic.

Quite a strange man, thought James, watching him go – but what a relief to discover he still contained the capacity to be taken by surprise.

Her public reputation, like Demeter’s daughter, crawls back up from the underworld.

John Updike’s The Centaur,