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1 year, 5 months ago

you’re not fighting for our relationship

‘You’re not fighting for our relationship,’ he says on her answering machine. He had thought, perhaps he had expected her to fight, is that why he did it in the first place? To trigger her competitive instinct, to ensnare her? A rival, an undergraduate, now let’s see who ends up with Arnold Bush! D…

—p.328 If Only by Vigdis Hjorth
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1 year, 5 months ago

acknowledge your loss and mourn it

An avalanche has started where she is. She is caught up in an avalanche.

It is over. From now on it is a question of getting through it. Exist in it and survive. Rest, at times she finds it impossible to get up. Trust those who say that it will pass. It is impossible to believe, but some people …

—p.325 by Vigdis Hjorth
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1 year, 5 months ago

only one remedy would do

This is the end. There is no mistaking it. But I’m not going to milk it, wallow in it, it bores me already, it seems so infantile, so banal, that even the pain it caused seems infantile, banal, embarrassing, a source of shame; with the little bit of common sense still active in her brain Ida realis…

—p.322 by Vigdis Hjorth
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1 year, 5 months ago

this semi-stranger who swallows you raw

Who doesn’t want an adventure? Familiarity is all well and good, but predictable and humdrum in the long run. Who doesn’t dream about a life with no bills, no laundry, no mortgages or kids? Arnold does! A purely erotic space with a postgraduate or an undergraduate who admires him, her tutor, her pr…

—p.285 by Vigdis Hjorth
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he is never truly desperate

A wagtail lives behind her garden wall. It flies around, constantly busy, but they never see another one, no mate, no chicks.

‘A divorced wagtail,’ Arnold says and tilts his head. ‘Poor thing. Never leave me. I’ll kill you. I’ll kill myself!’

No matter how open he pretends to be, he is never …

—p.283 by Vigdis Hjorth