...wishing there was a Personal God in all this impersonal matter.
Mr. Schultz, you're jealous of whispering Glades."And why wouldn't I be seeing all that dough going on relations they've hated all their lives, while the pets who've loved them and stood by them , never asked no questions, never complained, rich or poor, sickness or health, get buried anyhow like animals?
Mizzy has wandered into the garden. Carole looks contemplatively at him, says, "Lovely boy."My wife's insanely younger brother. He's one of those kids with too much potential, if you know what I mean."I know exactly what you mean."Further details would be redundant. Peter knows the Potters' story: the pretty, unstoppable daughter who's tearing through her Harvard doctorate versus the older child, the son, who has, it seems, been undone by his good fortune; who at thirty-eight is still surfing and getting stoned by way of occupations, currently in Australia.