Andrew J. Lederer

have all been "talked" out and I will not wallow in them today. Instead, here's a thing that's been kicking around my brain for a bit. (I wonder if it has resonance for anyone else.)

I've recently had reason to reflect upon the time a woman with whom I had a complicated relationship was -- in the grip of certain psychiatric issues -- brandishing a large, extremely lengthy knife at me, menacingly. Ultimately, I found myself hurling her across the room to ensure my safety, even my continued survival

I knew she had serious back problems but I guess it had to be done. However, under the circumstances, I have to admit that I enjoyed it a little.

Anyway, I have, if not physically, of course, been on the other end of the hurl.

And I have to wonder . . .

Just how much pleasure is being felt by the hurler?