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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Anna Roth is an award-winning food and travel writer and author of West Coast Road Eats: The Best Road Food from San Diego to the Canadian Border. She is currently the food editor and restaurant critic at SF Weekly.</description><title>Anna Roth</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @annaroth)</generator><link>http://annaroth.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>This Passage Haunts Me In Weak Moments</title><description>&lt;p&gt;from F. Scott Fitzgerald&amp;#8217;s miraculous essay &amp;#8220;The Crack-Up&amp;#8221;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Of course all life is a process of breaking down, but the blows that do the dramatic side of the work&amp;#8212;the big sudden blows that come, or seem to come, from outside&amp;#8212;the ones you remember and blame things on and, in moments of weakness, tell your friends about, don&amp;#8217;t show their effect all at once. There is another sort of blow that comes from within&amp;#8212;that you don&amp;#8217;t feel until it&amp;#8217;s too late to do anything about it, until you realize with finality that in some regard you will never be as good a man again. The first sort of breakage seems to happen quick&amp;#8212;the second kind happens almost without your knowing it but it is realized suddenly indeed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://annaroth.tumblr.com/post/8119847389</link><guid>http://annaroth.tumblr.com/post/8119847389</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jul 2011 02:18:00 -0400</pubDate><category>life</category></item></channel></rss>
