I re-read Miss Brill.
I remember walking past a group of new students at university when I was doing post-graduate study. I was wearing a ridiculous white suit jacket with shoulder pads. As I walked past them they fell silent. As I walked further on and we were able to pretend that I was out of earshot, they laughed at me and my jacket and my shoulder pads. It was not a nice feeling.
More than anything I think that this story might be about the thoughtlessness of youth.
I'm not young anymore. I'm middle-aged.
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