5) Only a modern poem would be on the subject of soap bubbles.
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“In logic class, I opened my textbook-the last place I was expecting to find comic inspiration-and was startled to find that Lewis Carroll, the supremely witty author of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, was also a logician. I tell you this story of my father and me to let you know I am qualified to be a comedian.” I have heard it said that a complicated childhood can lead to a life in the arts. Having cut myself off from him, and by association the rest of the family, I was incurring psychological debts that would come due years later in the guise of romantic misconnections and a wrongheaded quest for solitude. I wish now that I had let him buy me a tuxedo, that I had let him be a dad. I felt, through a convoluted logic, that in my refusal, I was being a good son. I refused because I had learned from him to reject all aid and assistance he detested extravagance and pleaded with us not to give him gifts. When I graduated from high school, he offered to buy me a tuxedo. The rest of my childhood, we hardly spoke there was little he said to me that was not critical, and there was little I said back that was not terse or mumbled. However, this beating and his worsening tendency to rages directed at my mother - which I heard in fright through the thin walls of our home - made me resolve, with icy determination, that only the most formal relationship would exist between my father and me, and for perhaps thirty years, neither he nor I did anything to repair the rift. My father was never physically abusive toward my mother or sister and he was never again physically extreme with me. This was the only incident of its kind in our family. I curled my arms around my body as he stood over me like a titan and delivered the blows. He shouted, "You heard me," thundered up from his chair, pulled his belt out of its loops, and inflicted a beating that seemed never to end. “.My father muttered something to me, and I responded with a mumbled "What".
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