Subject: Re: Feet
From: Catherine Marie (tangerineness@hotmail.com)
Date: Mon Feb 07 2000 - 21:40:52 EST
> > The young man looked, first with amazement and then with a kind
> > of respectful pity, AT MY FEET [capitalisation my own]. He must have
> > seen in them confirmation of my continuous withdrawals, for he nodded
> > understandingly.'
>
>L-R,
> When I was in Paris and throughout most of Europe, people kept looking
>at my feet. I don't know why, but it was so frequent it was noticible. I
>had black indoor soccer shoes on, which aren't that uncommon in Europe.
>At one point I was in the Louve and the woman was staring at my feet. I
>took a small piece of paper out of my notepad and wrote "Hi" on it then
>slipped in between my laces. She looked at me startled and left. The
>French are wierd.
>
>-jason
This is semi-related: a friend of mine was telling me about a jazz concert
he was at, a festival of some sort, and he said someone told him to stop
tapping his feet so loudly. Being the way he is, he said something like: "I
started thinking about this person coming from very far away to KILL MY
SOUL". There really is something about some people and having other people
give too much attention to feet amazes me. Of course, after he told me that
I ran to get him a copy of Bananafish.
On to the really related topic: I was reading a part of Seymour today, and I
saw something about feet. While Buddy is talking about Seymours tendancy to
go without sleep for days, he says, "Much loss of sleep apparently affected
just his circulation; his hands and feet got cold," (p. 191) and then the
buisness of "terrible drafts" and Bessie checking to see how many pairs of
socks he was wearing. I thought that was interesting.
Catherine
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