Bugs, preachers, lovers

My name’s Sedgwick,” he said. “I’m traveling through this country looking for bugs.” “I bet you found plenty,” July said. “What do you do with bugs?” Joe asked, feeling that the man was the strangest he had ever met. “I study them,” the man said. Joe hardly knew what to say. What was there to study about a bug? Either it bit you or it didn’t.

Larry McMurtry, Lonesome Dove.

“Yo lo vi a Lazarus Morell en el púlpito —anota el dueño de una casa de juego en Baton Rouge, Luisiana—, y escuché sus palabras edificantes y vi las lágrimas acudir a sus ojos. Yo sabía que era un adúltero, un ladrón de negros y un asesino en la faz del Señor, pero también mis ojos lloraron.”

Jorge Luis Borges, Historia universal de la infamia.

In reality, there are rarely squabbles over “nothing” in Rabih and Kirsten’s marriage. The small issues are really just large ones that haven’t been accorded the requisite attention. Their everyday disputes are the loose threads that catch on fundamental contrasts in their personalities.

Alain de Botton, The Course of Love.

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