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Article: SATURDAY; The Way It's Supposed to Feel Series: THE BOOK OF DAYS Series Number: 7/7
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- The Washington Post
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- August 27, 1994
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Saturday is like the fantasy you have on Monday, when you're
riding up in the elevator with the morning crowd and its smell of
car exhaust, dry cleaning and rage in the protocol quiet - 4, 5 -
and the door opening and closing on the carpeted, fluorescent death
that is the American workplace - 9, 10 - all of them different in
ways that make no difference at all, and the same in ways that do.
The fantasy: The doors open again and - are you the only one
who notices? - the whole world is out there, birds and clouds, the
dawn of time, the smell of a cook-fire, God's own savannah or veldt,
something African in any case, with a wise and ancient mountain
trembling in the distance and the kudu ...