Had he seen the psychiatrist then, nine years and six children ago, the doctor would have said, “Never mind whether you should marry the girl. That’s not the question. Go home, go to bed. Come see me next Tuesday at ten. We’ll begin to unbraid you.” More at http://booksonblog12.blogspot.com/.
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