“Whistler,' Manet called. 'How's your mother?”
“Mother Mother Ocean, I have heard your call.”
“Naturally, I never told him I thought he was a terrific whistler. I mean you don’t just go up to somebody and say, ‘You’re a terrific whistler.”
“Left with an oncoming headache, went home, and that's verified, to his wife and six-month-old baby. He's three weeks into a big, fat raise and promotion. He doesn't fit for me.""Lucky for Whistler, and likely his mother?""What? Why?""Weak joke. So back to your corporate trio.”
“Nobody likes a whistler, particularly not the divinity that shapes our ends.”
“She called it baggage. "You're scared to open your suitcases and see what your mother packed.”