She presses down firmly, trying to stifle this engrossing bout of cadent gagging
huh cool
[...] Graham Greene. Gore Vidal. Nabokov. E. M. Forster. So many men for the simple reason I wanted to find out about men, about the world they lived in and the kinds of things they got up to in that world, the kinds of things too that they thought about as they drifted out of train stations, hung …
[...] Later that same year I went to New York and various people at a party asked me what had I been reading lately and when I said Anaïs Nin many of them were noticeably thrown off guard – Nin was not à la mode and hadn’t been for aeons – they had nothing up their sleeve at all to say in response …
[...] Sometimes I think of asking for it back. But I can’t bring myself: ‘Can I have my book back please?’ No, I am just quite unable to say that. I can buy it again of course, and one day that’s what I’ll do I expect. And as I go along reading it again I’ll underline sentences here and there once …
he told them all about it in the exact same way with the exact same degree of umbrage each time
lol
