The light passes through the glass and touches me, the desk, and the floor; on the other side, the wind is whirling through the trees.
"An 'inside self,' if it exists at all, never appears to either the inner or the outward sense, since none of the inner data possess stable, relatively permanent features which, being recognizable and identifiable, characterize individual appearance... all we know are inner sensations whose relentless succession prevents any of them from assuming a lasting, identifiable shape."
[close to the discussion of the hypocrite]
The man's skin was taught and red from sun and alcohol; lack of nourishment had smoothed out typical signs of age. He had Marlboroughs, swiss cheese, canned spaghetti&meatballs, a can of tomatoes, and four bottles of Gatorade. He read the check-out lady's Armenian name back to her saying it sounded like "Alma the Spanish word for soul."