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Excerpt from Downtown Diner. . . Long-term poverty humiliates like childhood: you might be judged wanting,be laughed at any moment for something not in your power to avoid. Only, you can't outwait it like childhood. Maybe that woman dipping toast into egg yolk had less passion or ambition than I had; maybe more. She should not have been disturbed in that small consolation of egg. Who possesses the wherewithal for labor or love without small consolations? Who can live? "Downtown Diner" first appeared in The Southern Review |