Worth a read, my friends. Reblogged from notesfromtheuk.com.
A few months ago, M. told me, “You’re looking very”—and here you have to imagine a short pause— “American today.”
When I stopped laughing, I asked what American looked like, and you can insert another, somewhat longer pause before you go on, because he had to think about it. Or else he was looking for a gentle way to say it.
“You walk as if the sun always shines on you and you own the world,” he said. Not unkindly, I should add, although from someone else it might have sounded like a complaint.
Semi-relevant photo: The sun shining on a herd of cattle. Actually, they were making sure we left their field, and I can’t remember if the sun was shining on them or not–it looks like diffuse sunlight. That may or may not count.
The sun wasn’t shining on me that day. I’ll skip the details, because they’ll…
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