'Meretricious. That's the word I'd use, if asked.'
'They said you were a left-winger,' said Anna, in appeal; interested that this was what she instinctively said in explanation of the state of affairs.
'Vintage, post-war.'
'I'm waiting for you to say: I and the other three socialists in the States are going to...'
'The other four.' [...]
'You're part of the team.'
'I don't feel that. I hate teams.'
'You think about it then. There are a few of us around in the world, we rely on each other even though we don't know each other's names. But we rely on each other all the time. We're a team, we're the ones who haven't given in, who…
'Very well then. I can't write that short story or any other, because at that moment I sit down to write, someone comes into the room, looks over my shoulders, and stops me.'
'Who? Do you know?'
'Of course I know. It could be a Chinese peasant. Or one of Castro's guerrilla fighters. Or an Alg…
A short story: or a short novel: comic and ironic: A woman, appalled by her capacity for surrendering herself to a man, determines to free herself. She determinedly takes two lovers, sleeping with them on alternate nights-the moment of freedom being when she would be able to say to herself that she…
