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Monday, March 25, 2013

Mrs. Festini's Breakdown, parts 1382 - 1385

1382. He was the sort of man who assumed that anyone would have the same degree of interest in his pet subject as he himself possessed, and if not, he was doing you a great favor to enlighten you about the value of his judgments. Perhaps you might one day collect stamps: his observations could prove invaluable.

1383. This then was the sort of man he was.  He was a man who had been completely ruined by a profession. A profession that has filled his mind with millions of opinions that he mistook for facts; a profession that has rendered him incapable of conducting a reasonable conversation in the real world. He was like a religious fanatic who sees every aspect of reality through their distorting mirror.

 1384. They take their aesthetic opinions for the obvious truth. One must suffer through their conversation trying not to look at ones watch too many times or to obviously. Also, he was losing his mind; that was obvious. You could see it in an instant when he ask you two times in a row if you liked the Lincoln Memorial Stamp more that the Washington Memorial stamp.

 1385. There was an argument about money: the Museum had neglected to send her payment for her class. She asked for her payment many times and finally she became angry and in desperation stormed into the old director's office and told him she was going to make a claim in small claims court if they did not pay her that very afternoon. 

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