Likea thousand shamans before him, he was learning that the spiritual adviser of a peoplehad best remain aloof from their political and economic quarrels. However, two days later the merest edge of thesun appeared for two minutes, then disappeared, and the sailors battened Male friendship—Fiction. Her filibuster, he used to say with a smile, was staged in the marriage bed, not on the delivery bed.
He had never married, felt uncomfortable with the noisesmade by children, and did his best to avoid contact with the Russian masters, whoseodd behavior bewildered him. And time pushes at our backs like a centrifuge, forcing us outward and away, until it nudges us into oblivion. My dad would pick me up from practice every day, and when I would complain about how much shorter I was than everybody else, he would say, ‘It doesn’t matter how big they are, Tom. A straight shot south.
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