“My fucking life is ruled by more protocols than a Jane Austen character!” It might have been the nerdiest meltdown in history.
“She’s hosting a wife hunt.”
“Do they use hounds for that?”
“My wife, Elizabeth, not buying this for a moment, pointed out, ever so gently, that if I didn’t have anything to talk about, and if nothing had ever happened to me, why couldn’t I stop talking about all the stuff on my mind and regaling her with tales of my glorious past?”
“They’ve turned the ghetto into cultural tourism. Those artichokes we had for dinner? Those were a ghetto recipe. I doubt the privileged ever thought to eat thistles until the poor had no choice but to do so.”
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“It’s a simple time. Only simple views allowed”
“People are dicks, Miru. Society has given them permission to be dicks as long as their evil is focused on those who can’t protect themselves.”
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Krish pulls a Columbia Journalism sweatshirt from his backpack and hands it to me. “I’m sorry it doesn’t say Barely Fancy Journalism School,” he says.
“It does, though,” I say.
“I heard that Pomeranians can be rather feisty,”
(That’s in honor of my practically perfect Pomeranian who is absolutely feisty.)
“Oh, it ’as many merits, as does any book. But I will say that the story was simply not for me. I’d ne’er go so far as to tell Shakespeare such a thing, though.”
“I be sure ’e appreciates that.”
“’E does. E’en deceased writers ’ave feelin’s.”
“Your nonno, he loved my cooking.”
“We all did.”
“Yes. I should have been worse, then I wouldn’t have had to do so much of it.”
The quote from The Rules of Matchmaking made me laugh out loud ?
I really should read Lobizona sometime.