SCHOPENHAUER & HIS MOTHER
When Mother, the famous novelist,
pushed me down a flight of stairs,
I took it as a kind of sign
to reconsider my affairs.
In posterity, I told her,
she'd be remembered just through me.
Her laugh was cruel, and so was mine--
it seemed we laughed identically.
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