“There! On the far side of the cemetery, see that old man, that statue?
Not many of us have statues, just those whose children were both rich and guilty of not paying much attention to their dads in life. So the statue – that one, waving at us – over there – that statue was carved by some hack and set up, and now I’m watching it from my own statue.
I’m watching that other statue, I mean, my father, in stone, that statue annoyingly larger than my own still, cold self as I try again to ignore his solemn, tyrannous figure
– and again fail.
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