Where Do You Stop? Chapter 8 begins: “WELL, PETER, how was it?” my father asked that evening, calling me from the bathroom where he had been soaking his hands free of gasoline and grease from the gas station where he worked. This procedure had fascinated me since I had first seen it as a child. It produced iridescent swirls on the surface of the water in the sink. My original thought had been that this was its purpose, and that mistaken notion still interfered with my attaining a conventional understanding of washing up. As far as I was concerned, it was still playing with water. ...
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Where Do You Stop? Chapter 8 begins: “WELL, PETER, how was it?” my father asked that evening, calling me from the bathroom where he had been soaking his hands free of gasoline and grease from the gas station where he worked. This procedure had fascinated me since I had first seen it as a child. It produced iridescent swirls on the surface of the water in the sink. My original thought had been that this was its purpose, and that mistaken notion still interfered with my attaining a conventional understanding of washing up. As far as I was concerned, it was still playing with water. ...