So this one time, my father took me up to where the woman's family lived at Star Lake. I was ten, and oh, God, what a jackass I was! On the train going up, we had lobster, and believe me, there was ample to eat for any normal boy. But my father liked to be flashy--he even took me to Toots Shor's one time--so he asked me if I wouldn't like another lobster, and in my childish ignorance I said yes, I would like another lobster. So there I sat in that dining car, eating $20 worth of lobster.
"Then, when we got to Star Lake, I made the faux pas of all faux pas. It was Thanksgiving, and these very intelligent, very refined people had prepared a lovely dinner ... a turkey, homemade this, home-grown that, and the woman's mother had baked a marvelous pumpkin pie. While everyone was savoring this culinary creation, I--being a perfect gentleman--said, 'Gee, this pie tastes good. It tastes just like the kind my mother makes with Flako pie crust mix.'"2
"... I found out there was another world beyond that mother and sister of mine.
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