But I Read Comic Books. I Read

I'm Pretty Illiterate When It Comes To Comics History.

In A Narcissistic Cathexis, You Invest More Energy Into Your Ideas About Another Person Than In The Actual, Objective, External Person. So The Man Who Falls In Love With Beauty Is Quite Different From The Man Who Loves A Girl And Feels She Is Beautiful And Can See What Is Beautiful About Her.

My Father Once Nearly Came To Blows With A Female Dinner Guest About Whether A Particular Patch Of Embroidery Was Fuchsia Or Magenta. But The Infinite Gradations Of Color In A Fine Sunset - From Salmon To Canary To Midnight Blue - Left Him Wordless.

At First I Was Glad For The Help. My Freshmen English Class, "mythology And Archetypal Experience," Confounded Me. I Didn't Understand Why We Couldn't Just Read Books Without Forcing Contorted Interpretations On Then

Although I Am Good At Enumerating My Father’s Flaws, It’s Hard For Me To Sustain Much Anger At Him. I Expect This Is Partly Because He’s Dead, And Partly Because The Bar Is Lower For Fathers Than It Is For Mothers.