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The Return Of The Repressed: At 69
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I am 69 now, and how have I reached this age? I was aware all the time. Interiorly I could be 20, 40, even 50, but time has brought me to this point ineluctably. Fascinating, for the exterior self has weathered, grown not a little creaky and grayer and less efficient, yet the edifice stands. That […]
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At 69
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Yesterday was my birthday. I am so clotted with feelings about the age I am I will leave it be for a moment. Jane treated me for the day on the Strip. Vegas is in a valley surrounded by mountains. The mountains, from the distance, strike me as “false,” in that they seem or appear […]
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Who Is Alice?
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Dear Alice, how do you know about the Miller Analogy Test I took in 1966? Please identify yourself. And please do not write in French. English is my mother tongue. Other than Moliere perhaps, no one equals Shakespeare, a gift from friendly aliens. I promise not to respond in early Mayan.
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We Are Mastering Adversity
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A series of calamities, small letter “c,” have befallen us, as we Lewis and Clark Nevada; we are now sleeping off the floor, the window blinds are all in, the new couch was delivered and almost damaged in the house (!), delivered by klutz and putz. While this goes on, we make merry for our mutual sanity by […]