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Brookline Boulevard and the snapped oar are linked here as if street life and primal memory belonged to the same mythic file.

The page is short, but its juxtaposition is powerful. The mob belongs to local civic life, while the lake and Rusty's childhood pull toward older elemental memory, and the broken oar keeps both images tied to rupture.

A short capitalized fragment: the Brookline Boulevard mob, the boat on the lake with Rusty as a child, the snapping of the oar that will recur later in the notebook.