He had no especial desire to meet or to know any of these people; all he demanded was the right to look on and conjecture, to watch the pageant.... He was now entirely rid of his nervous misgivings, of his forced aggressiveness, of the imperative desire to show himself different from his surroundings. He felt now that his surroundings explained him. Nobody questioned the purple; he only had to wear it passively. He had only to glance down at his attire to reassure himself that here it would be impossible for anyone to humiliate him. --Willa Cather, "Paul's Case," 1905
There is only one answer to the question: Would you like to see a three a.m. performance of amateur Portuguese circus clowns?
Because without meaning, it was all just a bunch of somebody else's stuff.
Crosley's easy, charming voice in the face of minor suffering or potential drudgery has been described as a mix between Dorothy Parker and David Sedaris. In these hilarious and insightful essays, she packs up her sensibility and takes readers with her to Paris, to Portugal (where she falls in with a group of Portuguese clowns), and to Alaska (where she discovers wearing bear bells is a matter of self-defense). Then it's back to New York, where new apartments beckon and taxi rides go awry.… (more)