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2 years, 7 months ago

I was still wearing the evening dress

Thus was I reflecting, standing there at the entrance of the bar that night, looking around for Teddy and painfully conscious of myself again. I was still wearing the evening dress I had on when I’d met Larry that morning and the funny thing about it was that, even though twelve hours had elapsed s…

—p.37 The Dud Avocado Part One (5) by Elaine Dundy
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2 years, 7 months ago

so thrilled at being at the Ritz

If I hadn’t been in such a hurry to get back to Larry, I would have told him then and there, as I’d been vaguely planning to do for about a week, how hellishly bored I was with all his sophisticated maneuvers. It was partly out of necessity, of course, having both a wife and a mistress, as well as …

—p.17 Part One (5) by Elaine Dundy
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and when will the days of wisdom come? topic/growing-older

—Let’s pretend we’re old, Lou remembered saying back when they were young. They had been watching hurricane waves rip the outer beach. To walk back they aligned adjacent legs like a pair in a three-legged race.

—Those days will come soon enough, Maytree said. His gravity had startled her. Now th…

—p.200 The Maytrees by Annie Dillard
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the rocketry recalibration of what constitutes old people

The maple outside and his own face showed equally in the window. As a boy, Pete noticed that old people like Reevadare Weaver and Cornelius Blue could horrifyingly persist in oldness for decade after decade, no end in sight, without shame. Old people were those who lacked will to leave, or tact to …

—p.142 by Annie Dillard
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all my husbands were afraid

—I wonder what women need from men that they do not get. In Reevadare’s garden, Jane looked dreamy.

—Courage would be nice, Reevadare said. All my husbands were afraid, every last man jack. She laughed and waved her spotted hands. She looked to Lou like she had gotten over them, every last man j…

—p.126 by Annie Dillard