The Extra Man

I felt the stitched-in wire supports of the cups. The weight they held! Why couldn’t I have such weight?

Oh, God, it’s beautiful,” I thought.

they were mad with loneliness.

my walks as a form of cure and I took to wearing a light coat because Hans always wore a coat

Thomas Mann’s The Magic Mountain and I overidentified with the main character

In my nervousness about my future,

In my nervousness about my future,

I had enjoyed pretending that I was a professor and dressing like one,