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“Whose thigh is being stabbed here?” the host asks.
“This one,” X said, pointing to one of the drawings.
“What I mean is—metaphorically. What is the metaphor of the thigh?”
“It’s not a metaphor,” X says, almost whispering, staring at the floor. “It’s a part of a leg.”†
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“Whose thigh is being stabbed here?” the host asks.
“This one,” X said, pointing to one of the drawings.
“What I mean is—metaphorically. What is the metaphor of the thigh?”
“It’s not a metaphor,” X says, almost whispering, staring at the floor. “It’s a part of a leg.”†
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In late 1985, she spent a month alone in a cabin in rural Vermont, then two weeks in Japan, though she took no photographs, and only a few notes, and brought nothing home with her. The only postcard she seems to have sent from Tokyo was back to herself: “I can’t understand why I made this trip, except in the hope that there is something good in being so unhappy—as if I might use up my large portion of unhappiness + have only joy left.”†
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In late 1985, she spent a month alone in a cabin in rural Vermont, then two weeks in Japan, though she took no photographs, and only a few notes, and brought nothing home with her. The only postcard she seems to have sent from Tokyo was back to herself: “I can’t understand why I made this trip, except in the hope that there is something good in being so unhappy—as if I might use up my large portion of unhappiness + have only joy left.”†
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