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“Comedy was a theatrical form Paul had never pursued; he had always been more serious, a tragedian.”
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“We ‘are’ our attention; but when we are attentive, we aren’t ‘there’—at least not for others. And perhaps not even for ourselves.”
“It must have burned him up to hear Waldy brag to the girl who kicked his tooth out.”
In Woolf’s final, unfinished manuscript, she employs a “methodology of disorder” that enables “that state of mind in which it seems possible to us to write the book, not to read it.”
“They are like men because they are isolated / yet stand in the rain, surrounded by mounds / of dirt and asphalt to catch spillover—”
“The two who stood there / and the two who saw them said / not what they said”
This portfolio, curated by Jonas for the Review, collects drawings of her dogs, made across the past fifty years.