With maternal love, life makes a promise at dawn that it can never hold.
You are forced to eat cold food until your days end.
After that, every time a woman holds you in her arms and against her chest, these are merely condolences.
You always come back to yell at your mother’s grave like an abandoned dog.
Never again, never again, never again. – Romain Gary
Oh, crap. The old man felt an overwhelming glimmer of a subtle sense of suspected recognition.
Anal expulsive.
Like when shit is heading for the fan, veers off, and misses you.
An English professor had said, “Mr. Ajax, you, sir, are an intellectual.” The guy was serious.
So, the old man didn’t think it weird a half century later to be reading an article about Romain Gary.
Gary had been something of an inspiration back in the day.
Anyway, the old man was reading The New Yorker magazine and came across:
Freudian metaphors are out of style now, but the odd thing is that, while we all know what an anal-retentive personality is and use the bizarre idiom unthinkingly, the companion Freudian category of the “anal expulsive” personality is far less familiar.
The description, as it happens, matches Gary’s character perfectly, as someone who is emotional, disorganized, self-confident, artistic, generous, and careless.
A bad narrator of the facts, he was a good narrator of his own erotic pedigree.
Never heard of “anal expulsive” but when he read “… someone who is emotional, disorganized, self-confident, artistic, generous, and careless,”
Have to think, he thought 1.) I know that guy, and 2.) might explain a lot.
Humbly speaking, of course.
And a bad narrator of facts.
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