This is a rather short short story, not much more than a page, and by some counts not really a story, being a personal anecdote. None of which matters, as the seemingly inconsequential account about the smallest of private failures takes on, fills with, rings with echoes of one’s own moments of lesser or greater failure.
First published in The New Yorker, 3 November 1963, and available to subscribers to read here; reprinted in The Long-Winded Lady Notes from The New Yorker, Boston: Mariner Books, 1998, Berkeley: Counterpoint, 2016 and Peninsula Press, 2024, with an introduction by Sinéad Gleeson
A Personal Anthology 