“No matter how much you know, no matter how much you think, no matter how much you plot and you connive and you plan, you’re not superior to sex. It’s a very risky game. A man wouldn’t have two-thirds of the problems he has if he didn’t venture off to get fucked. It’s sex that disorders our normally ordered lives.” — Philip Roth, The Dying Animal.
Roth and Weiner seem to have a rapport on this particular point.
Don, your thoughts?
• footnote - by Natasha Simons
"She [Merry] watched in silence, as still as the monk at the center of the flames, and afterward she would say nothing; even if he spoke to her, questioned her, she just sat transfixed before that set for minutes on end, her gaze focused somewhere else than on the flickering screen, focused inward — inward where the coherence and the certainty were supposed to be, where everything she did not know was initiating a gigantic upheaval, where nothing that registered would ever fade away…."
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Philip Roth, American Pastoral
Reminds you a little bit of Sally in front of the burning monk on television, right?
• footnote - by Natasha Simons
