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typing at the edge of my swimming pool

One of my own undiscovered talents, I was convinced, was to be a scriptwriter. Everyone I knew was bored with the same old performance of masculinity and femininity written for the major and minor characters. I flash-forwarded to my seventies, and saw myself typing at the edge of my swimming pool i…

—p.62 The Cost of Living: A Working Autobiography The Black and Bluish Darkness (55) by Deborah Levy
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I didn’t want to make it back to the boat

Everything was calm. The sun was shining. I was swimming in the deep. And then, when I surfaced twenty years later, I discovered there was a storm, a whirlpool, a blasting gale lifting the waves over my head. At first I wasn’t sure I’d make it back to the boat and then I realized I didn’t want to m…

—p.5 The Tempest (5) by Deborah Levy
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the world was her world too

He said, ‘You talk a lot don’t you?’

She thought about this, her fingers combing out the ends of her hair while she watched two teenage boys selling cigars and football shirts to tourists in the cobbled square. It was not that easy to convey to him, a man much older than she was, that the world …

—p.2 The Big Silver (1) by Deborah Levy
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past returns are not indicative of future results

But I did not grow in the ways that he or I had expected. I don’t believe I grew at all. I changed—radically. I transformed. I did not swing from one side of a pendulum to the other; I removed the pivot. This could not have been a total surprise. As every Carbon document would remind you in the foo…

—p.328 Private Equity: A Memoir by Carrie Sun
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their hearts were softer than tofu meh/style

Not a day went by at Carbon when I wouldn’t have a fleeting thought about how I had achieved a childhood dream of mine. Mom’s and Dad’s tongues were sharper than knives, and often I felt like their honing steel, but their hearts were—and have always been—softer than tofu: they put everything into g…

—p.320 by Carrie Sun