story: The Second Tree from the Corner

author: Frank Conroy

year: 1947

where: kitchen table, awaiting tea and dishes

note: home sick, more news reading than literary reading though

a line: “Trexler found himself renewed by the remembrance that what he wanted was at once great and microscopic, and that although it borrowed from the nature of large deeds and of youthful love and of old songs and early intimations, it was not any one of these things, and that it had not been isolated or pinned down, and that a man who attempted to define it in the privacy of a doctor’s office would fall flat on his face.”