There’s another passage from The Girl’s Guide to Hunting and Fishing that always sticks in my mind and has been in my thoughts lately. It comes right at the end of the book, on the very last page.
He hands me my wine. And I tell him that his cartoons are beautiful and funny and true.
He smiles.
I ask him what else the review of his dreams says about him. He likes this question. He thinks. Then he says, “Robert Wexler is a goofball in search of truth.”
I think, I’m a truthball in search of goof, and I realize that I can say whatever I want now. And I do.
Why do these lines stick in my head so. A goofball in search of truth. A truthball in search of goof. I am still not sure which one of these I am, and it is a question I have pondered often.
Which are you?