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Saturday, April 19th, 2008
"What You Want to Do Fine"
This is one of my favorite passages from my favorite story in Lorrie Moore's Birds of America.
"All you sighted people are alike. You think we're Mr. Magoo! You think I'm not as aware as some guy who paints water towers and's got cysts on his dick?"
Mack shakes his head. He sits up and starts to put his shoes back on. "You really go for the juggler, don't you?" he says.
"Juggler?" Quilty howls. "Juggler? No, obviously, I go for the clowns."
Mack is puzzled. Quilty's head is tilted in that hyperalert way that says nothing in the room will get past him. "Juggler," Mack says. "Isn't that the word? What is the word?"
"A juggler," says Quilty, slowly for the jury, "is someone who juggles."