"It happens to be one of those days when I see everybody in the family, including myself, through the wrong end of a telescope."
And then on top of that I watched The Diving Bell and The Butterfly, a film about a man whose mind is intact but everything except one eye is paralyzed. I see why people described it as surprisingly uplifting. But now I'm sitting at Panera and everyone's craggy faces and awkward shoulders seem irrepressibly beautiful to me and kind of bittersweet. So to further steal from Salinger:
"Listen, I don't care what you say about my race, creed, or religion, Fatty, but don't tell me I'm not sensitive to beauty. That's my Achilles' heel, and don't you forget it. To me, everything is beautiful. Show me a pink sunset and I'm limp, by God. Anything. 'Peter Pan.' Even before the curtain goes up at 'Peter Pan,' I'm a goddam puddle of tears. And you have the gall to try to tell me I'm--"
"Oh, shut up," Mrs. Glass said, absently.