I had other plans for this one, building it as a scaffold for something else. But it seemed to be done enough without the additions.
I was listening to an NPR interview with the author Claire Messud while I was making it. The opening line of her new book is "How angry am I?" and is probably being asked rhetorically, because the narrator, a thwarted artist is really angry.
In the case of the small people who live in my house, it is a question that often needs an answer. Trivial frustrations can lead to apocalyptic fury, but one never knows just how furious any given fury will become. And by one, I mean the furious person, not just the bystander.
Although fury is infectious, so perhaps there is no bystander.
Although fury is infectious, so perhaps there is no bystander.
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