I have been rambling around Berlin and Paris and London with two brothers and a sister for two weeks, and it has actually been fun, for the simple reason that we had our fights long ago and don't need to have them again, and there was so much to talk about that we couldn't have with nonsiblings present, stuff from childhood when our hearts were open, and now we carry it everywhere we go. We were in London, having supper at the pub on the Thames where the gallows once stood where the highwayman Jack Sheppard swung back in the time of George I, and the river reminded us of the Mississippi, and pretty soon my brother was telling how he found a .32-cal. pistol in a cornfield behind the house when he was 15 and carried it around on his person for a few days because, he said, "I just liked the feel of it." He had no idea whether the gun was loaded or not.
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