Your Morning Margaret
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Your Morning Margaret
For Wednesday, November 15th, 2023
Week 34 of our regular morning feature here at Friedman of the Plains Worldwide in which we highlight the great words and works of great men and women, as well as those who are insufferable, delusional, and even fictional.
This week Margaret Atwood
“I look at him with the nostalgic affection men are said to feel for their wars, their fellow veterans. I think, I once threw things at this man. I threw a glass ashtray, a fairly cheap one which didn't break. I threw a shoe (his) and a handbag (mine), not even snapping the handbag shut first, so that he was showered with a metal rain of keys and small change. The worst thing I threw was a small portable television set, standing on the bed and heaving it at him with the aid of the bouncy springs, although the instant I let fly I thought, Oh God, let him duck! I once thought I was capable of murdering him. Today I feel only a mild regret that we were not more civilized with each other at the time. Still, it was amazing, all those explosions, that recklessness, that Technicolor wreckage. Amazing and agonizing and almost lethal.”
― CAT'S EYE.
Your Morning Margaret
The visuals in this selection are so priceless!
One time, one time, I threw something at Tom...a teaspoon. The spoon landed perfectly on its side and laid open his chin. I was aghast and immediately sorry. Tom was home for lunch, and with the chin bleeding profusely, we had to quickly stanch the flow and bandage him up so he could get back to work.
He made up a story about how the "accident" happened, since the true story was embarrassing for both of us, especially me. That was the first and last time I threw anything at anyone.