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“Because men were just comic characters, I had a dead father, a grandfather in hell, I knew Frank from over the way, who whistled and smelled of horses, Freddy I’s father who was never there, Jan with the dry ice and the high-pitched voice, who had the same ill-fated profession as Uncle Tor; Uncle Oskar was the only one I got along with, in my own way, but he, too, was guilty of something I dare not even imagine.

“After crossing the bay we clambered out and sat on a smooth rock in a foreign country and looked back, at the sculpture to all mothers who was still standing there, so tiny, transmitting her warmth and warnings and visions of horror and all the things a mother should beam through space.”