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" Y
That perfect letter. The wishbone, fork in the road, empty wineglass. The question we ask over and over. Why? Me with my arms outstretched, feet in first position. The chromosome half of us don't have. Second to last in the alphabet: almost there. Coupled with an L, let's make an adverb. A modest X, legs closed. Y or N? Yes, of course. Upside-down peace sign. Little bird tracks in the sand.
Y, a Greet letter, joined the Latin alphabet after the Romans conquered Greece in the first century -- a double agent: consonant and vowel. No one used adverbs before then, and no one was happy. "
― Marjorie Celona , Y
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" We'll get to know each other bit by bit, and each time we meet shell tell me a little more about the circumstances of her life, and on and on we'll continue to probe, in an effort, I suppose, to reach the end of each other. Yet if we did--if we knew everything there was to know--we would become the most predictable , boring people in the world. If I have learned anything, it's that mystery is inherent to being interesting, especially when it comes to whom we decide to love. And so one day I'll call and I'll say I can't make it this time, and for the next few years it will continue this way, some visits kept, others not. "
― Marjorie Celona