the cold winds of insecurity. . . hadn't shredded the dreamy chrysalis of his childhood. He was still … - Harold Brodkey

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My major league debut came at old Busch Stadium on Grand Avenue in St. Louis against the Pittsburgh Pirates.

Harold Brodkey

the cold winds of insecurity. . . hadn't shredded the dreamy chrysalis of his childhood. He was still immersed in the dim, wet wonder of the folded wings that might open if someone loved him; he still hoped, probably, in a butterfly's unthinking way, for spring and warmth. How the wings ache, folded so, waiting; that is, they ache until they atrophy.

Ache, Butterfly, Chrysalis, Spring, Waiting, Wind

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Death and I are head to head in a total collision, pure and mutual distaste.

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Being ill like this combines shock - this time I will die - with a pain and agony that are unfamiliar, that wrench me out of myself.

Agony, Combines, Die, Pain, Shock, Wrench

I am in an adolescence in reverse, as mysterious as the first, except that this time I feel it as a decay of the odds that I might live for a while, that I can sleep it off.

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I awake with a not entirely sickened knowledge that I am merely young again and in a funny way at peace, an observer who is aware of time's chariot, aware that some metamorphosis has occurred.

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I can't change the past, and I don't think I would. I don't expect to be understood. I like what I've written, the stories and two novels. If I had to give up what I've written in order to be clear of this disease, I wouldn't do it.

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