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the automatic marriage fantasy

Being in this place and in the hands of women ran counter to my main established refuge fantasy, wherein my father or uncle is a retired judge or captain of industry with a giant Victorian house in an area like Bucks County. He is there off and on. You can go to this house anytime and collapse ther…

—p.169 Mating TSAU (165) by Norman Rush
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if you fail to marry you will regret it

All I could think the first time I heard this story was If you marry you will regret it, If you fail to marry you will regret it. This was one of the few things I was able to bring to Denoon’s already topheavy intellectual armamentarium. He had somehow missed reading the great Either/Or of Kierkega…

—p.161 MY EXPEDITION (129) by Norman Rush
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if you fail to marry you will regret it

All I could think the first time I heard this story was If you marry you will regret it, If you fail to marry you will regret it. This was one of the few things I was able to bring to Denoon’s already topheavy intellectual armamentarium. He had somehow missed reading the great Either/Or of Kierkega…

—p.161 MY EXPEDITION (129) by Norman Rush
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a fan of the left, generically topic/life-on-the-left

I wanted to know what his father had been doing, ostensibly, in his solitude. There were two things. One was keeping up with his important reading, meaning in those days the Socialist Call, which he subscribed to, and the Militant and the Weekly People, which he brought home with him and all of whi…

—p.160 MY EXPEDITION (129) by Norman Rush
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it would be sad but not that sad

This was my lowest ebb. Baph had to get up. I couldn’t carry the water cans.

I had to remobilize. Venting was no use. I need a bath, I shouted, and Never do this again, but it was pro forma.

Then I impressed on myself that if I died there, no one in his right mind would regard it as a tragedy…

—p.149 MY EXPEDITION (129) by Norman Rush