Therefore, my size itself is a safeguard against my ever sinking too low within the structure of our civilization.
I was there — on the very rim of our age — when my mother’s cataclysmic intemperance, as you well know, catapulted me into the fever of contemporary existence (pp. 195-196).
(H/T to Cory McLaughlin for the image)
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