Peering Over At a Beautiful, Young Woman,
Japhy asked himself,
“What is beauty? Is beauty simply pure happiness?
Is beauty a perpetual looking-forward to the unexpected future?
Is it a vicarious enjoying of some imaginary moment?
As if men wearing roller skates are technically vehicles,* a man day-dreaming of marrying the beautiful bartender and living the, “afternoon life,” with her- watching the kids play in the yard with the puppies, knowing that your, “ace in the hole,” is the fact that you have, “won life,” by bagging the most beautiful woman in the town!”
After that, Japhy went down to sit indian-style beside the constant rippling sound of the river, meditating.