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10 months, 2 weeks ago

the men of the luckless 57th

NOTHING EVER SEEMED to go right for the 57th Division. It had come overseas just in time to take heavy casualties in the Battle of the Bulge; then, too-quickly strengthened with masses of new replacements, it had plodded through further combat in eastern France and in Germany, never doing badly but…

—p.273 The Collected Stories of Richard Yates A Compassionate Leave (273) by Richard Yates
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10 months, 2 weeks ago

the nonsense about the illness in the family

“Oh, then you’ve settled it,” Judith said. “Oh, that’s marvelous.”

“Settled what?”

“Whatever it was that was making you both so miserable. Oh, I’m so glad. You didn’t ever really think I believed the nonsense about the illness in the family, did you? Has any young wife ever crossed the ocean …

—p.272 Liars in Love (240) by Richard Yates
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what a triumph of masculinity it was

Nobody had to tell him what a triumph of masculinity it was to have a young whore offer herself to you free of charge. He didn’t even need From Here to Eternity to tell him that, though he would always remember how that novel came quickly to mind as he drew her face up closer to his own. She had ma…

—p.250 Liars in Love (240) by Richard Yates
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the dim, rude little melody it made

One of the presents given to Cathy at the party was a cardboard music box with a jolly yellow duck and a birthday-card message on the front, and with a little crank on one side: when you turned the crank it played a tinny rendition of “Happy Birthday to You.” And when Warren came back to the flat t…

—p.243 Liars in Love (240) by Richard Yates
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it didn’t take her long to discover that she hated London

She was a sharp-featured, pretty girl named Carol, married at an age she often said had been much too young, and it didn’t take her long to discover that she hated London. It was big and drab and unwelcoming; you could walk or ride a bus for miles without seeing anything nice, and the coming of win…

—p.240 Liars in Love (240) by Richard Yates