![]() ![]() The brownstone was Jerome’s house, and every day we had worked in it, he had reminded us of this, in his all-too-human way, yelling for a sharpened blue pencil without bothering to put his demand into so many words, repurposing as a coaster for one of his bottomless glasses of seltzer a manuscript he had filigreed with edits, which it was our responsibility to retrieve, in order to enter the edits onto a PDF and send them to the author, without returning the seltzer glass to the naked surface of the table and thereby mottling the table’s finish. It was a mistake that those of us who worked at the review prided ourselves on not making. If only I could live here, visitors always made the mistake of thinking. To the fineness of its furnishings, the calm of the rooms. ![]() ![]() Once we knew the brownstone was going to be sold, we started to become susceptible to it again. ![]()
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