He carries his dislocation like broken wings on his back, oblivious to the wealth of life in the sky, the trees, the air.
“Purity. Serenity. Simplicity. Seclusion. All one’s concentration and flamboyance and originality reserved for the grueling, exalted, transcendent calling. I looked around and I thought, This is how I will live.”
Philip Roth
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