The only parallel is the 42nd.

So there i was, at my aunts place for dinner. And, since we are quite nice sheep, and the media and family had mentioned Gombrowicz quite recently my aunt looked through her bookshelves and found Ferdydurke. Learning that the book was about a man in his late twenties given the chance to re-enter an educational environment and that it was about a man in his late twentios who didn't want to grow up was mildly amusing. Leafing through the book and finding the chapter which involved a dinner party the young man attends at his aunts place was slightly more entertaining. Then we sat down for dinner. I can honestly say i will never read that book. As i've said before: If I'm going to find myself parallelized by narratives all of the time then i'm sure going to pick the ones i spend prolonged time on quite carefully. (Good luck with the land-owners, the schlachta and the catholic church though, Gombro!) That's the point though, i guess. I just really don't want to have to deal with their dour catholic trauma. Bygones, even then they were bygones.