> Muriel (the name of a lovely Tom Waits song, by the way, that turns out to > be about the enchanting woman whose face is on the cigar band)... Recently, Peggy mentioned Horwitz, the cab driver. Somehow, this remark made me imagine Tom Waits in the role. Driving with his head turned to the back seat, grumbling at Holden, not unlike his role in "Down by Law." > I don't know how this happens. I don't know why it happens so often in the > most impossible of ways between the unlikeliest of people. But it does. > It might have even happened to you once or twice. > > Has it? I've seen it. I've lived it. I know exactly the feeling in the pit of the stomach when the realization hits. And the terrifying thing is that we make our mistakes either willfully blind or in complete, blissful ignorance. I have a friend who has gone through this; he and I have compared notes for years, trying to understand the dynamics. We still don't understand it any better than we did at the beginning. I have a concert recording of Bruce Springsteen in Paris, in which he introduces a song by saying, "I've been in the same relationship for the last 30 years. It's just been with a lot of different women." Somewhere in that comment is a kernel I think you've touched on. And I can't help thinking of BooBoo's remark in "Raise High the Roof Beam," in which she sums up Muriel and her family in the letter to Buddy. I notice that in all the Glass stories, years after the suicide, the various family members talk about Seymour, but they never mention Seymour as married man, or mention Muriel, or say anything that gives us an idea of whether they showed approval or disapproval after the marriage. In fact, one nearly gets the idea that Seymour vanished after his marriage, only to reappear with the pull of the trigger on his vacation. Only Buddy alludes to Muriel in present time, when he indicates that she refuses to allow Seymour's poems to be published, and that this is what prevents him from showing us Seymour's work. (I've often wondered how he managed to publish Seymour's diary entries and verbatim letters, if he is prevented from publishing the poetry.) But that is drifting off-topic, as usual. ("Digression!") This message made me think carefully, very carefully, before I could post a reply. --tim