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10 months, 2 weeks ago

the distinction between journalism and fiction

[...] At that time, at home, I was steadily filling an old picnic hamper with notebooks and manuscripts. The distinction between journalism and fiction is the difference between without and within. Journalism recounts as exactly and economically as possible the weather in the street; fiction takes …

—p.365 Paris Stories Afterword (365) by Mavis Gallant
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this is not her conclusion. it is her verdict

[...] If Theo had been attracted by her “physical aspect” — Mathilde's new, severe term for beauty — Alain accepts her as a concerned and contributing partner, intellectually and spiritually. This is not her conclusion. It is her verdict.

—p.349 Scarves, Beads, Sandals (349) by Mavis Gallant
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10 months, 2 weeks ago

toast the death of the middle classes

The night of Utopia had alarmed her, and Grippes had been no help. He remembered now that the tenth of May, 1981, had begun blue and bright and ended under a black cloudburst. It was possible that God, too, had expected a different face on the window blind. Rain had soaked through the hair and shoe…

—p.339 In Plain Sight (327) by Mavis Gallant
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he had voted for a short list of principles

Grippes felt humbled suddenly. Political passion and early love had in common the promise of an unspoilt future, within walking distance of any true believer. Once, Grippes had watched Utopia rising out of calm waters, like Atlantis emerging, dripping wet and full of promise. He had admired the spi…

—p.337 In Plain Sight (327) by Mavis Gallant
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past love, that delicate goblet

Flor's crisis had passed. The sharp-muzzled animal who inhabited her breast had gone to sleep. She looked at her husband and saw that whatever protected him had left him at that moment; he seemed pitiable and without confidence. She might have said, Forgive me, or even, Help me, and it might have b…

—p.304 August (275) by Mavis Gallant