We're All Made Up Of Many Parts,

The Television Replaced The Sound Of Conversation That Was Missing From My Grandparents' Lives.

In Madeleine's Face Was A Stupidity Mitchell Had Never Seen Before. It Was The Stupidity Of All Normal People. It Was The Stupidity Of The Fortunate And The Beautiful, Of Everybody Who Got What They Wanted In Life And So Remained Unremarkable.

You Never Get Over It, But You Get To Where It Doesn't Bother You So Much.

That Was The Deal Basically: Catatonia Without; Frenzy Within

She Could Become A Spinster, Like Emily Dickinson, Writing Poems Full Of Dashes And Brilliance, And Never Gaining Weight.