And when I walk out into the bricky warp of these American cities,
that is exactly what I feel. Choices aplenty. Things I don’t know
anything about but might like are here, possibly waiting for me. Even
if they aren’t. the exhilaration of a new arrival. Good light in a
restaurant that especially pleases you. A cab driver with an
interesting life history to tell. The casual lilting voice of a woman
you don’t know, but that you are allowed to listen to in a bar you’ve
never been in, ata time when you would otherwise have been alone.
These things are waiting for you. And what could be better? More
mysterious? More worth anticipating? Nothing. Not a thing.
Richard Ford - The Sportswriter
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