(from Absolam, Absolam! via Arnold Weinstein’s Nobody’s Home: Speech, Self, and Place in American Fiction from Hawthorne to Delillo)
You get born and you try this and you don’t know why only you keep on trying it and you are born at the same time with a lot of other people, all mixed up with them, like trying to, having to, move your arms and legs with strings only the same strings are hitched to all the other arms and legs and the others all trying and they dont know why either except that the strings are all in one another’s way like five or six people all trying to make a rug on the same loom only each one wants to weave his own pattern into the rug.
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