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she simply chose to be with me

Kneeing impedimenta into the kitchen. Rachel and I were met by Norman and Jenny. They had taken up formal positions before the window; each held a bottle of champagne, and a third stood by on the coffee-table, surrounded by half a dozen Guinnesses for Norman to dilute his with. I was embarrassed to…

—p.181 The Rachel Papers Twenty past: 'Celia shits' (the Dean of St Patrick's) (169) by Martin Amis
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the days soon cease to be distinguishable

I'm afraid the next two-and-a-half weeks are rather a blur. The days soon cease to be distinguishable. In my diary several sheets are quite blank, and The Rachel Papers, at this point, are a sorry jumble of cold facts and free-associative prose. However, this prompts me to take a structural view of…

—p.181 Twenty past: 'Celia shits' (the Dean of St Patrick's) (169) by Martin Amis
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3 years, 3 months ago

he had been on plonk since breakfast

Apparently what happened was this. Sheila returned from work (she was a sec in an alternative weekly) to find Geoffrey supine on the bedroom floor, a gramophone speaker propped up against either ear, a joint gone out in one hand, an overturned glass quite near the other, tinted saliva oozing from t…

—p.180 Twenty past: 'Celia shits' (the Dean of St Patrick's) (169) by Martin Amis
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3 years, 3 months ago

First Love, you understand

I saw Rachel only twice in the six days before she was due to come and stay. Just as well, really: there were still some texts I had to read for the exams, and a good deal of clerking was necessary to keep The Rachel Papers up to date, what with all these new emotions to be catalogued and filed awa…

—p.176 Twenty past: 'Celia shits' (the Dean of St Patrick's) (169) by Martin Amis
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then I surfed helplessly

By now my head is lodged dourly between her shoulder and the pillow - no flair, no finessing, just cock to the grindstone. Two times two is four. Three times two, moreover, is six. Stop kissing her mouth, work on ears. Let me come. Stop all movement and kiss her meditatively, in slow motion, so tha…

—p.165 Eleven ten: The Rachel Papers, volume two (151) by Martin Amis