A literary analysis of Rainer Maria Rilke’s “The Wrecked Houses; The Big Thing” vs. John Cheever’s “The Swimmer.”

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Once upon a time—because all good fairy stories start like that—there was a little girl. The little girl was blessed with hair as the night before dawn and eyes like the blue in your sky. She was tiny but not too petite but young enough to be born last and…