The Man Who Loved Not Wisely But At Least Twice

Sweet. I especially enjoyed this line:

"...I've never known a deeper sense of empathy nor a deeper gratitude that I was not the man I beheld..."

Posted by Don McArthur at February 3, 2006 6:02 AM

What a tale! I could have been a Carl many years and a thousand summers ago. I never had a house though, and I have since learned many lessons. Congratualtions on a fine piece of writing.

Posted by Mike Austin at February 3, 2006 4:09 PM

Prov 31:10 - "Who can find a virtuous wife? For her worth is far above rubies."

So too with her rarity, I would add.

Posted by Michael Andreyakovich at February 4, 2006 12:19 AM

Heart wrenching tale! Makes me feel badly that I laughed so hard!

Great piece!

Posted by robohobo at March 7, 2007 9:26 PM

Your heart would break if you saw how Litchfield has been destroyed by the NYC weekenders.

Posted by Lucy at December 26, 2008 9:15 AM

What Lucy said. And I can't help thinking that the next installment in the saga of Carl is that his good friend Chris Dodd (just up the road in Haddam, dontcha know) got him a great sweetheart deal on a Countrywide mortgage.

Posted by Connecticut Yankee at December 26, 2008 10:55 AM

Great read. Thanks. A typo for you: "...his send-off part at Wolfpit Farm." Party? ◄Dave►

Posted by ◄Dave► at December 26, 2008 1:30 PM

I love your stories.

Posted by Daphne at December 26, 2008 3:00 PM

Thanks for the typo alert. Without good readers I would be always mistaken.

Posted by vanderleun at December 26, 2008 3:11 PM

thoroughly enjoyed that lovely bit of writing!

perfection="Every time Carl stood up in his house he had to squat down and shamble from room to room. He had to be especially careful when going through the doors of his place since they were shorter still."

Posted by ShyAsrai at December 27, 2008 12:12 AM

Carl is to be given credit for not becoming pickled and bitter like this guy. It can be tough to retain that saintly disposition.

Once again...sometime during those first three dates you ask her to list what, in her life, is less important than her man. If the list is empty you run like hell, because it's gonna be kept that way.

Posted by Morgan K Freeberg at December 27, 2008 5:56 AM

I dunno . I think it quite fitting to have a send-off part for Carl at Wolf-pit Farm. Something's better than nothing, you know.

Posted by Jewel at June 25, 2010 5:17 AM

Now I finally understand your comic facination with scrotal inflation syndrome.

Posted by flannelputz at June 25, 2010 6:52 AM

Now I finally understand your comic facination with scrotal inflation syndrome.

Posted by flannelputz at June 25, 2010 6:52 AM

What a terrific story, read through alternating tears of laughter and empathy.

One more tiny typo for you: >Back then it was slightly more painful for quit a bit longer.

Posted by f/zero at June 25, 2010 8:56 AM

This story fills me with both despair and hope, much like it did the first time that I read it. As for the pain, well, modern surgery has advanced quite nicely in that regard.

Posted by physics geek at June 25, 2010 1:06 PM

It takes a good bit for something to wipe clean my Saturday a.m. "to-do" slate. This just did.

Posted by shoreacres at June 26, 2010 7:17 AM

Loved this story! Brightened my day, laughing and sympathizing with the poor guy. You really are my favorite blogging essayist/storyteller.

Now all the autism snarks are forgiven.

Posted by retriever at June 29, 2010 9:39 PM

Thank you it is good to be forgiven but better still to forgive. I'll try to keep the snarks down to a dull roar but I am not always in control of my snarking.

Posted by vanderleun at June 30, 2010 6:33 PM

Aw, poor Carl. Every time you post this one, I hope a little more that he did indeed find his one good woman, and that their years together will be long and happy.

Posted by Julie at April 16, 2012 5:43 PM

I'm with Julie. I liked this the first time I read it a few years ago.

Fix the typos and put it up again in a few years.

Posted by bob sykes at April 17, 2012 4:38 AM

Gerard, absolutely delightful. Of course, it's also painful since I identify with dear Carl. Experience is a dear school, and a fool will learn in no other.

Posted by Casca at April 19, 2012 12:22 PM

Love is a concept by which they measure their sales.

Posted by mjazz at April 24, 2012 2:54 AM

Great article.
I think I remember that house. Was it 1/2 on stilts, with a view to the east, a guest house at the bottom of the hill for his writing and a palm tree in the vaulted half?

Shame if it burned down. Saw it in the late 70's as a kid and it made quite an impression.

Posted by sbkilb at August 25, 2013 6:50 AM

When and where did you post this before? I remember reading it.

Dan Kurt

Posted by Dan Kurt at August 25, 2013 10:27 AM

Written first in 2006. Rewritten and reposted in April, 2012.

Posted by vanderleun at August 25, 2013 11:40 AM

Excellent writing.
Carl first wife should have gotten her tubes tied.

Posted by ghostsniper at August 25, 2013 1:29 PM

I remember reading this some years ago
and yes, someone like Laura

Posted by Cletus Socrates at August 25, 2013 6:00 PM

I remember reading this some years ago
and yes, someone like Laura

Posted by Cletus Socrates at August 25, 2013 6:00 PM

Gerard, I've read this at least twice, probably a year apart, and I don't think I've ever laughed harder at that closing line. It reads like Waugh. Brilliant!

Posted by Casca at August 25, 2013 10:17 PM

Wonderfully written. ("Ouch" to the house burning down as I contemplate love as shelter rather then vessel.)

Posted by DeAnn at August 26, 2013 8:55 AM

Fantastic story. I hope you find out someday that Laura ended her days with another lover and a claw hammer somehow poetically and lethally involved.

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