His Thin Legs Dangling

He said this wistfully, with an undertone of profound despond. I tried to imagine him as a slightly younger man, climbing the tree and sitting on one of the thicker branches, his thin legs dangling down. The image didn’t take. I tried to imagine Katz and Grunnerwald doing the same. Katz would have been a natural. He’d have taken to the tree like a squirrel. Grunnerwald I was less sure about. It all depended on whether you could find a tree offering a six month fellowship. Another thought occurred to me…

And so it continues: Chapter Two, Part Four.


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