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3 years, 3 months ago

let's get an egg timer

Brian, deferring to her judgment absolutely, made her choose the wine and order both dinners. Over coffee she asked him why Robin hadn't come along to Paris.

"It's the first zucchini harvest at the Garden Project," he said with uncharacteristic bitterness.

"Travel is a chore for some people,"…

—p.455 The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen
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3 years, 3 months ago

who wouldn't want to travel in Europe

When they returned to the car, the greenness of which was of a piece with the weeds around the empty gravel lot, Brian asked if she'd made plans for Europe. "You should take at least two months," he said. "I have an ulterior motive here."

"Yes?"

"If you go, then I can go for a couple of weeks…

—p.446 by Jonathan Franzen
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3 years, 3 months ago

they fought their little brains out

Unfortunately, as soon as he was gone, Denise had second thoughts. She and Becky enjoyed a lovely and instructive honeymoon and then began to fight. And fight, and fight. Their fighting life, like the sex life that so briefly preceded it, was a thing of ritual. They fought about why they were fight…

—p.440 by Jonathan Franzen
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3 years, 3 months ago

all the more for harboring a speck of it herself

At Ardennes she conceived a desire to strangle the young woman who prepped and held down garde manger. The woman, Becky Hemerling, was a culinary-institute grad with wavy blond hair and a petite flat body and fair skin that turned scarlet in the kitchen heat. Everything about Becky Hemerling sicken…

—p.439 by Jonathan Franzen
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3 years, 3 months ago

she'd aged so rapidly that she'd passed Emile inspo/characterisation

Arrogant, ironic, devoted Emile became her asylum. She felt infinitely adult with him. He said he'd had enough of marriage his first time around, but he obligingly took Denise to Atlantic City and (in the words of the Barbera D'Alba she'd been drunk on when she proposed to him) made an honest woman…

—p.438 by Jonathan Franzen