Clark Kellogg:
[Reciting his father's poem to Carmine Sabatini]
There's a certain doorway on Boylston Street that I passed by on foot, suited and shod, one of many each Tuesday, toward lunch with a certain woman, regarded each Tuesday by the perfect turning gaze of a white Persian, regarding me, love-bound and sped by desire, and returning to the certainty of his fur.
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