He was not what he made up his mind to be. A man was the sum of his limits: freedom only made him see how much so. America was no America.
Gish JenTo have no particular aim was to open grand possibilities...
Gish JenPlain boiled food, plain boiled thinking. Even his name is plain boiled: John. Maybe because I grew up with black bean sauce and hoisin sauce and garlic sauce, I always feel something is missing when my son-in-law talk.
Gish JenTag: humor
He would not want to sound like a haunted man; he would not want to sound as though he was calling from a welfare hotel, years too late, to say Yes, that was a baby we had together, it would have been a baby. For he could not help now but recall the doctor explaining about that child, a boy, who had appeared so mysteriously perfect in the ultrasound. Transparent, he had looked, and gelatinous, all soft head and quick heart; but he would have, in being born, broken every bone in his body.
Gish JenTag: loss-of-a-baby sadness-loneliness
In truth, he had always considered the sight of men eating croissants slightly ridiculous, especially at the beginning, when for the first bite they had to maneuver the point of the crescent into their mouths. No matter what a person did, he ended up with an asymmetrical mouthful of pastry, which he then had to relocate with his tongue to a more central location. This made him look less purposive than he might. Also, croissants were more apt than other breakfast foods to spray little flakes all over one’s clean dark suit. Art himself had accordingly never ordered a croissant in any working situation, and he believed that attention to this sort of detail was how it was that he had not lost his job like so many of his colleagues.
Gish JenTag: humorous food-humor
What's more, he was going to have a full American breakfast with bacon and eggs, none of this continental bullshit.
Gish JenTag: humorous-quotes
Of course he bothers me. He's my husband.
Gish JenAnything is possible. A man is what he makes up his mind to be.
Gish JenOne left; things shifted in one's absence; one returned to something else. Time frustrated all. There was no sneaking past its rough guard, even to get to one's own yard of intimacies.
Gish JenA man was the sum of his limits; freedom only made him see how much so.
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