So far my main accommodation to Vaneetha-Dwight domesticity was to keep little jars of both condiments at her place in Carroll Gardens. "I still cant believe what youll put in your mouth." Her dads various ambassadorial postings had caused her to be educated in British-run schools, and she pronounced cant like as in philosopher Immanuel Kant. "But Im touched youre moving in, after your fashion." Morningtime fun could be had if she was game and would feed me a mystery bagel half while my eyes were closed. "To have no idea," I would say, "when both options are so equally good!"
Then I rode the F train, if from Vaneethas place, or took the 2/3 to Forty-second, and on the way would look at The Uses of Freedomsuch a different book in the daylight, and so much less credible.
Excerpted from Indecision by Benjamin Kunkel Copyright © 2005 by Benjamin Kunkel. Excerpted by permission of Random House, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.


