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How to Quit

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Dombek, K. (2014). How to Quit. In ? (ed) Happiness: Ten Years of n+1. Farrar, Straus and Giroux, pp. 336-383

(noun) the inherent nature or essence of someone or something; a distinctive feature; a peculiarity

337

The only change detected, the only change detected so far, was so minor and negligible and immediately remediable as like to render its quiddity alone of major concern.

—p.337 by Kristin Dombek
notable
3 years, 6 months ago

The only change detected, the only change detected so far, was so minor and negligible and immediately remediable as like to render its quiddity alone of major concern.

—p.337 by Kristin Dombek
notable
3 years, 6 months ago

(adjective) dazzlingly bright; radiant (effulgent is a synonym)

349

Moe had posted all of this online, and to seal it exfiltrated the fulgence of our algys.

—p.349 by Kristin Dombek
notable
3 years, 6 months ago

Moe had posted all of this online, and to seal it exfiltrated the fulgence of our algys.

—p.349 by Kristin Dombek
notable
3 years, 6 months ago
361

This is the diamond of the mind, this ability. A lot of people know about it, but I didn’t know about it.

From then on when the panic crept in I could just push over the thread-thin edge to the other side, feeling the way to joy.

Joy is the knowledge that the thread is there.

A thread runs through the middle of your life, and if you find it, the second half can be comedy instead.

A place can make you want to die and then you can turn it over into the sweetest thing. You can do this yourself, if you have found the diamond in your mind.

—p.361 by n+1 3 years, 6 months ago

This is the diamond of the mind, this ability. A lot of people know about it, but I didn’t know about it.

From then on when the panic crept in I could just push over the thread-thin edge to the other side, feeling the way to joy.

Joy is the knowledge that the thread is there.

A thread runs through the middle of your life, and if you find it, the second half can be comedy instead.

A place can make you want to die and then you can turn it over into the sweetest thing. You can do this yourself, if you have found the diamond in your mind.

—p.361 by n+1 3 years, 6 months ago
362

I am less interested in zombie stories, though, than I am in this neighborhood’s particular light. The thing I most want to tell you is how the sunlight is here, but I don’t know how to describe it. It’s obviously the same sun that lights the rest of the city, but there is something different about it. Maybe it’s our lack of trees, or the reflection of the river, or the lowness of most of the buildings, or the supersaturated colors, deep reds and greens, the bright wild complicated graffiti. We don’t have the trees of South Brooklyn, the shady corridors of stoops, the tall stately brownstones of Fort Greene or Park Slope. We don’t have cobblestone streets. What we have is this naked golden light. It’s a thin, big-sky light, kind of Western, cinematic. Since the first day I saw it, it has alternately flustered and comforted me. Today its particular quality will have half the people in the neighborhood drinking in the afternoon. By five or six, some of the couples will already be fighting on the streets, one of them wrangling the drunker, more belligerent one home, because there is always a drunker, more belligerent one, and one who needs to feel like he or she is taking care of someone.

At the moment, though, a really tall guy on roller skates is coasting down the long steep slope of the pedestrian walkway with his legs and arms spread wide and the wind in his fingers. He has the biggest satisfied grin on his face. There are always a few people a day who roll like this, on bikes or boards or even just running, arms wide, falling down the bridge into Williamsburg, in the pretty light.

—p.362 by n+1 3 years, 6 months ago

I am less interested in zombie stories, though, than I am in this neighborhood’s particular light. The thing I most want to tell you is how the sunlight is here, but I don’t know how to describe it. It’s obviously the same sun that lights the rest of the city, but there is something different about it. Maybe it’s our lack of trees, or the reflection of the river, or the lowness of most of the buildings, or the supersaturated colors, deep reds and greens, the bright wild complicated graffiti. We don’t have the trees of South Brooklyn, the shady corridors of stoops, the tall stately brownstones of Fort Greene or Park Slope. We don’t have cobblestone streets. What we have is this naked golden light. It’s a thin, big-sky light, kind of Western, cinematic. Since the first day I saw it, it has alternately flustered and comforted me. Today its particular quality will have half the people in the neighborhood drinking in the afternoon. By five or six, some of the couples will already be fighting on the streets, one of them wrangling the drunker, more belligerent one home, because there is always a drunker, more belligerent one, and one who needs to feel like he or she is taking care of someone.

At the moment, though, a really tall guy on roller skates is coasting down the long steep slope of the pedestrian walkway with his legs and arms spread wide and the wind in his fingers. He has the biggest satisfied grin on his face. There are always a few people a day who roll like this, on bikes or boards or even just running, arms wide, falling down the bridge into Williamsburg, in the pretty light.

—p.362 by n+1 3 years, 6 months ago

(adjective) having an insipid often unpleasant taste / (adjective) sickly or puerilely sentimental

376

kept the Master Classman as like director out of mawkishness and torpor

—p.376 by Kristin Dombek
notable
3 years, 6 months ago

kept the Master Classman as like director out of mawkishness and torpor

—p.376 by Kristin Dombek
notable
3 years, 6 months ago