books, chicago

what I don’t understand

It’s a very literary set of readers on the 70 bus. I was reading over the shoulder of my busmate and I saw the name Gabriel Betteredge. Couldn’t remember why it sounded so familiar for awhile, and then I realized he was reading THE MOONSTONE. I love Chicago. Last week there was someone reading Walter Benjamin.

It is one of my rules in life, never to notice what I don’t understand.
– Gabriel Betteredge, THE MOONSTONE (Wilkie Collins)