‘All happy families are alike—right?—but each unhappy family—right?—is unalike, or unhappy—sorry—in its own way.” This is how I remember hearing the opening to Anna Karenina for the first time: punctuated with what I thought then was a curious verbal tic unique to the speaker, a professor of English, at the beginning of the first course I tried to take during my first attempt at college, before I stopped going to class and promptly flunked out.
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