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1 year, 5 months ago

as if it is something he has mastered

he loves him even though he is small and insecure. She sees him, he is small and insecure. But she can’t tell him that she sees him, how small, how insecure he is and that she loves him regardless, because he doesn’t want her to see it. She hides her knowledge in order to protect him. And so she ca…

—p.198 If Only by Vigdis Hjorth
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we got married today, champagne

They go out and celebrate with champagne.

‘We got married today!’ And they get special service. They get married in Istanbul, in Casablanca, in Paris, in Munich. The champagne arrives in an ice bucket. In Istanbul they eat lobster with the champagne, by the harbour on the Galata side, with a vie…

—p.194 by Vigdis Hjorth
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their story isn’t like that of other people

From one hotel to another in big cities abroad before the next day’s reconciliation. Perhaps it was necessary at the start, to cleanse, have it all out, get even. Confess in order to mend, repair. Drink to find the courage to tackle the knots, fight their way through them to forgiveness and reconci…

—p.180 by Vigdis Hjorth
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savagery and passion as in great world literature

They get up in the early evening. They shower and dress and go outside, they walk closer to each other, even more closely, it really is possible. It’s because we love each other, they say. It’s because we’re so passionate. We’re enthralled by the power of love.

‘I’ve never felt like this about a…

—p.178 by Vigdis Hjorth
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crooked trees form canopies over them in the twilight

They unpack in the same room. In an old house where Norwegian researchers and students are put up. A window overlooking a courtyard, laundry flapping in the wind, cats on the flagstones. His suitcase in one corner, hers in another. His toiletries on one end of the bathroom shelf, hers on the other.…

—p.174 by Vigdis Hjorth