[b]Jane Smiley
In this flirtation he was conducting, he had had to rely entirely on his personality, never a good idea.[/b]
In fact, it didn’t worked for me either.
The plays he had liked were the one called Measure for Measure, and another one called Macbeth. They were easy to follow, and what happened in them was kind of like what happened in junior high school.
I never made that connection myself.
She said, “Some are born bossy, some achieve bossiness, and some have bossiness thrust upon them.”
Not much you can’t say that about.
We drove in a kind of wholesome silence, carrying our whole long marriage, all the hope and kindness that it represented, with us. What it felt like was sitting in Sunday school singing “Jesus loves me,” sitting in the little chairs, surrounded by sunlight and bright drawings, and having those first inklings of doubt, except that doubt presents itself simply as added knowledge, something new, for the moment, to set beside what is already known.
But then one day He doesn’t.
I dream about standing in the lunch line naked. It’s always the lunch line in ninth grade.
Nakedness dreams are very common.
I suppose they are.
Just not anymore, he thought.
It is hard to know whether an air of self-confidence precedes or follows success.
It never seemed more clear to me. If only following it.