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3 years, 10 months ago

wallowing in their plenitude of bananas

"It came over in a rather delightful way," the voice high-pitched and sullen, "none of my friends are that clever. All my mail arrives by post. Do come collect it, won't you, Prentice." Receiver hits cradle a violent whack, connection breaks, and now Pirate knows where this morning's rocket landed,…

—p.11 Gravity's Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon
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banana omelets

With a clattering of chairs, upended shell cases, benches, and ottomans, Pirate's mob gather at the shores of the great refectory table, a southern island well across a tropic or two from chill Corydon Throsp's mediaeval fantasies, crowded now over the swirling dark grain of its walnut uplands with…

—p.10 by Thomas Pynchon
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3 years, 11 months ago

before taxes, he made $7 an hour

In this way Mark Wilken was effectively forced to retire. One bright spot was that he’d won his full pension for twenty-two years of labor, but with that he was barred from working at a for-profit company. It was as though the company was saying, We will give you this bit to survive, but you must s…

—p.195 Three Women by Lisa Taddeo
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if it gets to three months, I’m leaving

[...] Why am I living this life? What’s the point of lying down in that bed every night? And I said if it gets to three months, I’m leaving.

And then it was three months, and Lina became—not overnight, because it had been coming for years, but overnight it rose from under her flesh up to the sur…

—p.154 by Lisa Taddeo
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she feels like a supermodel project/frisco-story project/teacher-story

The best part of her whole life happens next. He slows to a stop on a quiet street, parks his wife’s car at the curb of a house with no lights on, and just looks at her. He does it for ten seconds, maybe less. In those seconds, every bad thing she has ever thought about herself is erased, and she…

—p.107 by Lisa Taddeo