January 23, 2009, 10:00 pm
I’m Not Weeping; It’s an Allergy
These foolish drops do something drown my manly spirit.
– Shakespeare, “The Merchant of Venice”
I had neither planned nor expected to cry.
If it’s true, as some maintain, that men who cry are pantywaists, then I stand condemned.
Not being one of those whose tear-production is either quick or voluminous, I was amazed at how many times, watching the all-day spectacle, I lost it.
And it wasn’t just at the easy times like, say, during a sudden close-up of a tear-streaked elderly black face in the crowd, but also at moments that were just plain “for the country.”
“Historic” and “historic moment” and “historic day” were repeated mercilessly, but remained true. Only a zombie could fail to feel the truth of it. More
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