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3 years, 3 months ago

in the easy intellectual company of a friend

[...] And yet the morning after I defended my dissertation (or maybe that same night), my first reaction was that I had lost something priceless, something I’d never get back: my freedom. For several years, the last vestiges of a dying welfare state (scholarships, student discounts, health care, me…

—p.6 Submission by Michel Houellebecq
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3 years, 3 months ago

the special thing about literature why/read

[...] Yet the special thing about literature, the major art form of a Western civilisation now ending before our very eyes, is not hard to define. Like literature, music can overwhelm you with sudden emotion, can move you to absolute sorrow or ecstasy; like literature, painting has the power to ast…

—p.4 by Michel Houellebecq
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3 years, 3 months ago

it humbled me unbelievably

I thought about William’s affairs, and I will tell you this about finding out about them:

It humbled me. It humbled me unbelievably. It brought me to my knees. And I was humbled because I had not known such a thing could happen in my own life. I had thought that this sort of thing happened to ot…

—p.273 Lucy by the Sea by Elizabeth Strout
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3 years, 3 months ago

do not put this on Michael

“But you’re obviously not getting along. Because you want to be with someone else. Or you think you do. So listen to me more, Chrissy. This is important. Do not put this on Michael. You make the decision of what you’re going to do, but you do not need to tell him that you’re attracted to someone el…

—p.271 by Elizabeth Strout
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yes, I am going to have that affair

“I went out for dinner with a woman I had met years earlier. She was one of the saddest women I have ever known. She had never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend, and God knows she would have told me if she had. She was sad, Chrissy, she was damaged in some fundamental way; she had never had a day of …

—p.269 by Elizabeth Strout