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Father and son grinned at each other. His father took off his hat. His forehead was white, his hair coppery. "So how's the rat race, son?" "Not so bad," Walter said. His father paused a moment. "Any ... decisions yet?" his father said. Walter swallowed. He looked off toward town. "About .. a major, you mean?" Walter said. His father waited. "Well," Walter said. His mouth went dry. He· swallowed twice. "Well," he said, "I think I'm going to major in English." His father pursed his lips. He pulled off his work gloves one finger at a time. "English," he said. "English," Walter nodded. His father squinted. "Son, we already know English.

She wrote that she, too, always felt an outsider "...even to myself.

Sometimes I feel as if there's an explanation to my life that continues to escape me; that I've missed something noble, something sublime; that in some way I have cheated myself...life is so strange, so harsh.