"Long ago, in a burst of friendliness, Aunty and Uncle Jimmy produced a son named Henry, who left home as soon as was humanly possible, married, and produced Francis. Henry and his wife deposited Francis at his grandparents' every Christmas, then pursued their own pleasures."
"Had I ever harbored the mystical notions about mountains that seem to obsess lawers and judges, Aunt Alexandra would have been analogous to Mount Everest: throughout my early life, she was cold and there." (p. 77)
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