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3 years, 1 month ago

you’ve already decided to pretend it was nothing

“You want to continue with Nino?”

I could hear her opposition and I almost shouted:

“What can I do?”

“The only thing possible: leave him.”

For her it was the right solution, she had always wanted it to end like that, she had never concealed it from me. I said:

“I’ll think about it.”
…

—p.246 The Story of the Lost Child (The Neapolitan Novels, #4) by Elena Ferrante
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3 years, 1 month ago

I can’t give up my pleasure

[...] She shouted, assaulting my nerves: Imma, that’s enough, you’re bothering me, you’re getting me dirty. And to me: Mamma, make her stop. I couldn’t bear it anymore, I let out a scream that frightened all three of them. We crossed the city in a state of tension broken only by the whispering of D…

—p.242 by Elena Ferrante
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3 years, 1 month ago

even the same smug responses

On one occasion I tried, with affectionate irony, to show him up as a liar in front of everyone:

“Don’t believe him. At first he helped me clear, he washed the dishes: today he doesn’t even pick his socks up off the floor.”

“That’s not true,” he protested.

“Yes, it is. He wants to liberate…

—p.232 by Elena Ferrante
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3 years, 1 month ago

while he was engaged in that work of seduction

I began to study him while he was engaged in that work of seduction. He often invited young and not so young women to dinner at my house, alone or with their husbands or companions. I observed with some anxiety that he knew how to give them space: he ignored the male guests almost completely, makin…

—p.231 by Elena Ferrante
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they all seemed to brighten in his vicinity

Over time I had become used to his penchant for seductive behavior, I considered it a sort of tic. I was used above all to the way women immediately liked him. But at a certain point something was spoiled there, too. I began to notice that he had an impressive number of women friends, and that they…

—p.230 by Elena Ferrante