"He always does that," Your uncle said it as though your walking was a live, wriggling thing that he disliked. You walked a lot. Pacing like a bad actor or a postman: too quickly; (the mixture of determination and fidgeting giving you epileptic rhythm) foaming your theories at the mouth & biting (me) with your insanity. You never could sit still. When C. asked me if I would marry you I felt exhausted (& had to sit down). from 'The End' in Goodbye Songs & Thank you notes
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