At First You Don't Succeed Because the pathetic aspire to be sympathetic, need is often created out of desire. And what a disappointment that is. Oh, I know, sometimes we almost feel that if misunderstandings gradually accrue at the rate of even one per day, it is only a matter of time before a cloudburst will bring it all back down to earth.
Nobody thinks through their fingertips anymore.
Perhaps it is a pity that we lack a word to capture the unique aroma of coffee, that our speech is wizened and anemic, remote from taste, touch, and our other six senses. And yet, surely to do this, even in gesture, is a blunder. Monte Copyright Boston Review , 1993-2000. All rights reserved. Please do not reproduce without permission.