Look Embarrassed, Angel

Ugh. That crazy bitch (left)

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Thomas Wolfe (center) has lunch with legendary Seattle restauranteur Ivar Haglund and is dead within a week or so.

The... um....unpredictable word stylings of Thomas Wolfe in "Look Homeward, Angel":

"He had come down to the empty house exultantly, tasting its delicious silence, the cool mustiness of indoors and a solitary afternoon with great calf volumes. In a moment the world turned hag."

and:
"He was somewhat above middle height, bumpy of face and sallow of skin with a light pleasing tenor voice"

and:
"They saw with decent wonder their awkward bulk of puberty. The proud gate of the years swung open for them. They felt a lonely glory. They said farewell."

and a smattering of anti-Semitism:
"The grocer was an old Jew who muttered jargon into a rabbi's beard as if saying a spell against Dybbuks. The boy looked closely to see if his hands touched the food. They were not clean."