“There is a mathematical brilliance to a good tennis game that David Foster Wallace describes in Infinite Jest, and Angela’s ability to dictate play on the court suggested her mental formidability. In the novel, James Incandenza’s father tells ten-year-old Jim about his own views on the otherworldly, physics-bending elements of tennis, which are so beautiful they’re magical: ‘You enter a trance…You slip into the clear current of back and forth, making X’s and L’s across the harsh rough bright green asphalt surface, your sweat the same temperature as your skin, playing with such ease and total mindless effortless effort and and and entranced concentration … You’re barely involved. It’s magic, boy. Nothing touches it, when it’s right.’ Angela’s magical ability to attain a ‘total mindless effortless effort’ made my neurotic, racquet-throwing heart quicken with admiration and envy. It is these moments that our minds can preserve—these moments of harmony, where the physical induces the mental into a trance, and where the past and future congeal with each dusty smack of beauty.”