i finally finished reading catch-22. the book was pretty sluggish for the first two thirds, but the last third absolutely made me want to cry and throw up and laugh hysterically. it is a smiling knife in the purest sense, right down to nately’s whore chasing yossarian around with the kitchen knife.
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no responses“She was smart. She was sure of herself. She knew when it was getting boring to be cheerful. She had a sense of humor that was quick and harsh and which always surprised me, for example now I remember her saying that she was sick of the O’Dermott’s Happy Lunch, man, and wasn’t it about time to deal with reality and do the Desolate Lunch instead, with games on the box like “Can you help Kermit get to safety?” and the answer is “no,” and “Can you find these words in the puzzle?” and the answer is “no,” and “Can you connect the dots?” and the answer is “no,” and “Can you tell three things wrong with this picture?” and the answer is “no,” and inside for a prize there is broken things or dust.”
yesterday i drove up to rockford and bought the things i needed to frame a painting to give to my brother for christmas. i stopped at barnes and noble to buy him a book and i ran into my old piano teacher.
“it’s my knees,” she told me, leaning on a rack of books and holding her cane away from herself like it had the plague. “i’m so tired of being crippled. two new hips last year, two new knees this summer, last year i had new lenses in my eyes — pretty soon i won’t have anything original left.”
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