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what was he going to do with his life? project/panopticon topic/growing-older

Now he was having an affair, for Christ's sake, and he didn't know what to do about it. He did not want it to go on, and he did not want to break it off: you don't throw everything overboard in a storm. Al was drifting, and he knew he was drifting, and where it was all going to end he could not g…

—p.154 Will You Please Be Quiet, Please? Jerry and Molly and Sam (153) by Raymond Carver
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in one unreasoning moment of longing she prayed to go to sleep

[...] She touched the ewdding band on her ring finger with her thumb. She turned onto her side and then onto her back again. And then she began to feel afraid, and in one unreasoning moment of longing she prayed to go to sleep.

Please, God, let me go to sleep.

She tried to sleep.

"Mike," s…

—p.129 The Student’s Wife (122) by Raymond Carver
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why don't you go to work and forget her?

"Morning," I said, offering the letter.

He took it from me without a word and went absolutely pale. He tottered a minute and then started back for the house, holding the letter up to the light.

I called out, "She's no good, boy. I could tell that the minute I saw her. Why don't you forget her…

—p.120 What Do You Do in San Francisco? (111) by Raymond Carver
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sometimes she called it her outfit, sometimes her uniform project/panopticon

She stood in the doorway and turned the knob. She looked as if she wanted to say something else. She wore the white blouse, the wide black belt, and the black skirt. Sometimes she called it her outfit, sometimes her uniform. For as long as I could remember, it was always hanging in the closet or ha…

—p.45 Nobody Said Anything (43) by Raymond Carver
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they're not your husband

He read the classifieds. He went to the state employment office. Every three or four days he drove someplace for an interview, and at night he counted her tips. He smoothed out the dollar bills on the table and stacked the nickels, dimes, and quarters in piles of one dollar each. Each morning he pu…

—p.26 They're Not Your Husband (22) by Raymond Carver