Have you ever suddenly realized, “OMG, I’m just like my dad (or mom)!” Oh, the horror .. the horror. Here’s John Updike from A Month of Sundays:
Also my father, who in space-time occupied a stark room of a rest home an hour distant, which he furnished with a vigorous and Protean suite of senility’s phantoms, was in a genetic dimension unfolding within me, as time advanced, and occupying my body like, as Colette had written to illustrate another phenomenon, a hand being forced into a tight glove.
Genes 2 Brains 2 Mind 2 Me 
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