Mordecai Richler

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In a nutshell, I am not unaware of my failings. Neither am I a stranger to irony

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Bad days my memory functions no better than an out-of-focus kaleidoscope, but other days me recall is painfully perfect

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Following the death of his wife, Sam Johnson wrote to the Reverend Mr. Thomas Warton, "I have ever since seemed to myself broken off from mankind; a kind of solitary wanderer in the wilds of life, without any certain direction, or fixed point of view: a gloomy gazer on a world to which I have little relation." But my wife wasn't dead, merely absent

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And what if Miriam and I were never to be reconciled?

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All the same, it strikes me as unfair that I still have to defend myself against her moral judgements. My continuing need for her approbation is pathetic. Twice now I have stopped myself on the street to remonstrate with her, a crazy old coot talking to himself