Tuesday, 3 April 2018

Run Rabbit ballpoints

His blurred eyes sink and he touches the pocket of his shirt, which holds two ballpoint pens and a little soiled packet of cards and papers. Just in these few years his father has been making little bundles of things, cards and lists and receipts and tiny calendars that he wraps rubber bands around and tucks into different pockets with an elderly fussiness.

John Updike, Run Rabbit, 1960

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