“‘Everyone minds here. They mind so much, they mind all the time, they mind like anything. They mind the step and they mind the door, and they d’you mind if I just. And there they were, poor dears, minding like mad. Everyone minds; but no one understands. They cannot understand what could have possessed such an odd couple to behave so curiously; it’s all too hopeless, clueless, fatal, futile. The opposite from us Americans. We understand everything. We’re always understanding. It’s the thing to do. We can immediately see why the poor kid flipped after the raw deal she got. And what’s more, when you come right down to it, we understand his compulsions too.'”
Elaine Dundy, The Old Man and Me
Terry Teachout on the arts in New York City
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