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...when you're the victim, you think a lot. For the first few hours afterwards, your mind is bombarded with competing emotions, all uncontrollable. First relief that you're alive. Then rage that you could be such an easy target, that anyone could so totally and suddenly strip you of any personal autonomy, even for only 90 seconds. Then frustration--that you've got no money left before boarding for a five-hour trip to Boston, that you've just parted with an expensive and meaningful timepiece, that the police are never around when you need them (it took...
...more I thought about my Penn Station encounter, the more I had to dismiss the lock-em-up, cut-their-balls-off solutions so tempting during those first moments of rage. My assailant was a smoothie, not a thug. That was plain from the way he discreetly sidled up to me to show his gun, from his craftiness in taking only those items that could not incriminate him (no cards, just cash), and from his use of icy threats rather than force. No Hobbesian brute this--he seemed instead a rational, calculating man acting out of self-interest, not instinct...
...Kennedys' fragile plan is coming apart, as black rage at injustice simmers across the South. Three times Meredith had tried to register and three times he had been refused. Tension has been building that would lead to riots and death. The National Guard and federal troops have been summoned. Meredith is not on campus yet. But there is no doubt in Bobby's mind about what ultimately must be done. Barnett on the phone tells him and the President one thing, Bobby mutters, but then says another thing publicly. How do you deal with a man like that...
...last ten years a professor of journalism and dean of students at a Chicago college. The novel finds Corde far from home, stuck in a small apartment in Bucharest, waiting for his mother-in-law to die. Meditatively, he licks the wounds of recent Chicago battles--battles which rage unabated, awaiting his return. While ineptly ministering to the miseries of his emigre/astronomer ("Palomar calibre") wife. Minna (perhaps Bellow is losing his old feisttness: this protagonist is happily married, with no Renatas or Ramonas to scheme over him, no vicious wives trying to castrate him), and sucking down plum brandy. Corde...
...Corde say), you being to lose contact with human beings and with the world. You experience spiritual loneliness. And of course there are the classics to mull over. Dostoyevsky's apathy-with-intensity, and the rage for goodness so near to vileness and murderousness, and Nietzsche and the Existentialists, and all the rest of that. Then you tire of this preoccupation with the condition of being cut off, and it seems better to go out and see at first hand the big manifestations of disorder and take a fresh reading from them...