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Centrally Located

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weird one about attempted acts of vandalism with his buddies during high school

Franzen, J. (2006). Centrally Located. In Franzen, J. The Discomfort Zone: A Personal History. Farrar Straus Giroux, pp. 85-116

(verb) to catch or hold in or as if in a net; enmesh / (verb) to prevent or impede the free play of; confine

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their pleasures were insufficiently trammeled by conscience and responsibility

—p.94 by Jonathan Franzen
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7 years, 2 months ago

their pleasures were insufficiently trammeled by conscience and responsibility

—p.94 by Jonathan Franzen
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7 years, 2 months ago

(noun) a strengthening crossbar, in particular one set above a window or door

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Some of the rooms had transoms that Manley or Davis could climb through.

—p.109 by Jonathan Franzen
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7 years, 2 months ago

Some of the rooms had transoms that Manley or Davis could climb through.

—p.109 by Jonathan Franzen
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7 years, 2 months ago
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Adolescence is best enjoyed without self-consciousness, but self-consciousness, unfortunately, is a leading symptom. Even when something important happens to you, even when your heart's getting crushed or exalted, even when you're absorbed in building the foundations of a personality, there come these moments when you're aware that what's happening is not the real story. Unless you actually die, the real story is still ahead of you. This alone, this cruel mixture of consciousness and irrelevance, this built-in hollowness, is enough to account for how pissed off you are. You're miserable and ashamed if you don't believe your adolescent troubles matter, but if you're stupid if you do. [...]

—p.113 by Jonathan Franzen 7 years, 2 months ago

Adolescence is best enjoyed without self-consciousness, but self-consciousness, unfortunately, is a leading symptom. Even when something important happens to you, even when your heart's getting crushed or exalted, even when you're absorbed in building the foundations of a personality, there come these moments when you're aware that what's happening is not the real story. Unless you actually die, the real story is still ahead of you. This alone, this cruel mixture of consciousness and irrelevance, this built-in hollowness, is enough to account for how pissed off you are. You're miserable and ashamed if you don't believe your adolescent troubles matter, but if you're stupid if you do. [...]

—p.113 by Jonathan Franzen 7 years, 2 months ago