It’s taking me far longer to get through The Lay of the Land than the other two Frank Bascombe books, but passages like this keep me going:
“A lot of life is just plain wrong. And the older I get, the more clearly and often wrong it seems. And all you can do about it [...] is just start getting used to it, start selecting amazement over bewilderment.”
Maybe I really am an Existentialist. Do I need a label?
