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The class is meant to give students a cultural/historical perspective on death, and I would guess for many of them it’s the easiest class on their schedule.

Seeing a person cry or exclaim with joy is simply embarrassing. We don’t “hate” emotions because hate is too strong a word, but we would very much like it if people would just cope with their troubles in silence and keep a lid on the histrionics.

So I finished reading to an empty cafe, feeling more and more ridiculous by the minute. Even Adam had gone outside to talk on the phone with his booking agent.

Shorts only—sixty minutes or less.

I drove a mile or so to Duff’s Famous Wings, where I’d been once before…

DO NOT TAP NEIL PEART’S CYMBAL!

A good title achieves many things—sets a tone, suggests narrative, maybe even establishes a point-of-view—but it has a primary objective: if the title doesn’t say “Read me,” it’s no good.