“Small daily humiliations - these I take, generally, in my liver. Other damages I take in other places. The pancreas I reserve for being struck by all that’s been lost. Disappointment in myself: right kidney. Disappointment of others in me: left kidney. Personal failures: kishkes. When the clocks are turned back and the dark falls before I’m ready, this, for reasons I can’t explain, I feel in my wrists. And when I wake up and my fingers are stiff, almost certainly I was dreaming of my childhood.”
- Old Leo Gursky, who seems to finding ways to put off death by redirecting pain to different parts of his body, so as not to burden the already weak parts.