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These questions weren’t really about him; no, they were questions about how perceptive people were and what they missed and who else was about to announce their divorce and whether the undercurrent of tension in their own marriages would eventually lead to their demise. Did the fight I had with my …

[...] She was in a completely other home, the one that used to be his, too. Every single morning this thought overwhelmed him momentarily; it panicked him, so that the first thing he thought when he awoke was this: Something is wrong. There is trouble. I am in trouble. It had been he who asked fo…

He hadn’t looked at another woman once during his marriage, so in love with Rachel was he—so in love was he with any kind of institution or system. He made solemn, dutiful work of trying to save the relationship even after it would have been clear to any reasonable person that their misery was not …

[...] What Tom began to understand now was that the same wanting that had looked to him like a sign of confidence really made Trevor a slave. He was a single-minded machine of desire, a straight arrow of want. He had an urge for something outside himself, constantly, endlessly. He’d wanted _peopl…

As a matter of fact, Les Deux Magots in Saint-Germain-des-Prés looked a lot like the bistro at the Paris Hotel in Vegas. The tables outside with the same checkered cloth, the menus in dainty cursive, the waiters in black vests and white shirts. It had that same air of manufactured ambience, the sam…