Bookmarker is a personal project by @dellsystem to help with retaining reading material. Source on GitHub.

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3 years, 4 months ago

San Francisco is full of so much

f I timed it right, I’d make all the lights and speed down Folsom with no hands, the city a foggy blur I glided through on my commute into the office. But such mornings were rare. San Francisco is full of so much I didn’t want to miss. A freshly painted mural outside Philz Coffee on the corner of 2…

—p.5 Please Report Your Bug Here by Josh Riedel
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3 years, 5 months ago

we can live this way

You said, We can live this way. You said all those other things. We do live this way. We just need something to tide us over the pitch, the daily pitch of not knowing whether one or the other is going to go. But now you said, again, Kate, I’ll change things, if that’s what you want. And, in that vo…

—p.148 Pitch Dark III. HOME (96) by Renata Adler
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3 years, 5 months ago

it doesn’t matter what other people do

At dinner, I said, Can we live this way; what do other people do. He said, It doesn’t matter what other people do. I said, I know. You said, What matters now is this.

—p.135 III. HOME (96) by Renata Adler
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3 years, 5 months ago

this German pretending to be a Dane inspo/self-deprecation

Well, I called the Danish baron, and his accent seemed instantly recognizable to me. I thought, What is this German pretending to be a Dane doing on an American island, six hundred miles from Vancouver, which is the nearest outpost to Siberia. I thought, a war criminal. My state of mind. I still re…

—p.106 III. HOME (96) by Renata Adler
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3 years, 5 months ago

Papa, of course, was a conductor

[...] Nicole says, When I was a child, and Papa, of course, was a conductor. William, from the depths of his cups, says, helpfully, Orchestral? And Nicole, annoyed, perhaps, at the interruption, says, U-Boat. There is a pause. She says, more improbably still, In those days, everyone’s Papa was. Bac…

—p.80 II. PITCH DARK (43) by Renata Adler