Feeling Lousy

Last night Boris discovered that he was lousy… How can one get lousy in a beautiful place like this?… We might never have known each other so intimately, Boris and I, had it not been for the lice. from Tropic of Cancer, 1961, by Henry Miller

Before reading that page 1 paragraph, I had never before connected lousy with lice (perhaps owing to a privileged life led lice-free) and indeed had never before connected lice with the singular louse. A big thank you to Mr. Miller for clearing things up.


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