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2 Reading The Idiot in Carleton House Apartments, Millville, New Jersey Myshkin so serene at a ball or sipping tea as someone labored to humiliate him. It took weeks for him to board a carriage. Nothing but noisy stillness, cascades of fevered, microscopic speculations. The cover was bordered in yellow, a Signet edition pulled from the “Classics” shelf in the Cumberland Mall Waldenbooks, or so I now propose. When at last she arrived, Joni picked it up, said Wow. Heavy. Later, we lay on the couch, just breathing. The sleet that had splatted & ticked on the window all day stopped. Frank next door pounded down the stairs outside. Joni lifted her head, smiled & nestled back down. It was enough right then. ...

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