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Jan 31, 2011 02:08

the stop at princeton junction is depressing. behind the train stop are miles upon square miles of parking, asphalt covered in automobiles; horseless carriage, etc. you always get there sooner than expected. at least new brunswick has the intimation of a town behind it; PJ is just a parking lot hemmed by trees, semi woods, half forests ( Read more... )

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manganese February 1 2011, 00:50:39 UTC
"Listen," I said. "Name some towns in New Jersey quick!" It must have been around three in the morning. Father got up, keeping the bed between him and me, and started to pull his trousers on. "Don't bother about dressing," I said. "Just name some towns in New Jersey." While he hastily pulled on his clothes--I remember he left his socks off and put his shoes on his bare feet--father began to name, in a shaky voice, various New Jersey cities. I can still see him reaching for his coat without taking his eyes off me. "Newark," he said, "Jersey City, Atlantic City, Elizabeth, Paterson, Passaic, Trenton, Jersey City, Trenton, Paterson--" "It has two names," I snapped. "Elizabeth and Paterson," he said.

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hiroprotagonist February 1 2011, 04:06:22 UTC
whats that from?

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manganese February 1 2011, 04:58:29 UTC
it's from a james thurber story...

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