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Literary Imagination Advance Access originally published online on June 24, 2009
Literary Imagination 2009 11(3):366-369; doi:10.1093/litimag/imp026
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Her Blue Eyes

Ted Richer*

*Ted Richer, Liberal Arts, Massachusetts College of Art and Design, Boston, MA Ted Richer is the author of The Writer in the Story and Other Figurations (Guildford(UK): Apocalypse Press, 2003). His work has appeared or will soon appear in such journals as AGNI, Harvard Review, Leviathan, James Joyce Quarterly, The New York Quarterly, and Daedalus. Twice before (in Volume 7, Number 1 and Volume 9, Number 1) he has had work in Literary Imagination. He teaches at the Massachusets College of Art and Design in Boston.

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Her very blue eyes were a constant threat to me. I could pass her by at arm's length and no more could I look into her face than I could say her name. Yet we had long ago made ourselves known to one another, had, in fact, spoken and assumed ourselves friends. We were not shy. We were not indifferent. We were ourselves in too many ways to pretend indifference—and we were not spiteful. We were, as I felt then and as I remember now, concerned only with her blue eyes and with my Jewish mind.

The wonder that I found in her eyes was astonishing. She had such blue eyes, and this, in itself, in my slight Jewish experience, was strange and romantic at once. She became the difference that I wanted. In her eyes I found the contrast that could set me free from family influence. No one . . . [Full Text of this Article]


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