The Horns Came Riding In Like The

But What I Thought, And What I Still Think, And Always Will, Is That She Saw Me. Nobody Else Has Ever Seen Me — Me, Jenny Gluckstein — Like That. Not My Parents, Not Julian, Not Even Meena. Love Is One Thing — Recognition Is Something Else.

For A Moment She Turned In A Circle, Staring At Her Hands, Which She Held High And Useless, Close To Her Breast. She Bobbed And Shambled Like An Ape Doing A Trick, And Her Face Was The Silly, Bewildered Face Of A Joker's Victim. And Yet She Could Make No Move That Was Not Beautiful. Her Trapped Terror Was More Lovely Than Any Joy That Molly Had Ever Seen, And That Was The Most Terrible Thing About It.

I Fear It, For Her Sake. It Would Mean That She Too Is A Wanderer Now, And That Is A Fate For Human Beings, Not For Unicorns. But I Hope, Of Course I Hope.

It’s A Rare Man Who Is Taken For What He Truly Is.

The Woman I Loved Died Because I Did Not Love Her Enough - What Greater Sin Is There Than That?" (uncle Chaim And Aunt Fifke And The Angel)