How often is one asked what he loves in this world? I recalled my mother, flushed with wine, pounding the tabletop late one night, saying, “Love? I love a good steak cooked rare. I love my cat, and I love…” My sisters and I leaned forward, waiting to hear our names. “Tums,” our mother said. “I love Tums.
-David Sedaris, Me Talk Pretty One Day
Re-reading this story about the humiliation of learning French and laughing, laughing, laughing.