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In my father's day, a night operator, whose name he'd have known, could have told him who'd called. But now we have dial phones, marvelously efficient, saving you a full second or more every time you call, inhumanely perfect, and utterly brainless; and none of them will remember where the doctor is at night, when a child is sick and needs him. Sometimes I think we're refining all humanity out of our lives.
— Jan 05, 2015 04:42PM
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Gray-haired Miss Weygand, who twenty years ago had loaned me the first copy of Huckleberry Finn I ever read, looked at me, her face going wooden and blank, with an utterly cold and pitiless alienness. There was nothing there now, in that gaze, nothing in common with me; a fish in the sea had more kinship with me than this staring thing before me.
— Jan 06, 2015 02:59PM
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There on that shelf lay Becky Driscoll--uncompleted. They lay a ... preliminary sketch for what was to become a perfect and flawless portrait, everything begun, all sketched in, nothing entirely finished. Or say it this way: there in that dim orange light lay a blurred face, seen vaguely, as through layers of water, and yet--recognizable in every least feature.
— Jan 06, 2015 08:33AM
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Next morning when I got to my office, a patient was waiting, a quiet little woman in her forties who sat in the leather chair in front of my desk, hands folded in her lap over her purse, and told me she was perfectly sure her husband wasn't her husband at all. Her voice calm, she said he looked, talked, and acted exactly the way her husband always had--but that it simply wasn't him.
— Jan 04, 2015 11:52PM
