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9 months ago

the gulfs that separate the classes

It was, as usual, a mistake of my father's. He had had a boy sent down from a village in the mountains to look after our goats. And the day the boy arrived, my father insisted on asking him to eat with us.

My father does not understand the things that divide people, the difference between a dini…

—p.22 Difficult Loves A Goatherd at Luncheon (22) by Italo Calvino
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nothing seemed to have any taste

Giovannino and Serenella crept up to the table. There was tea, milk, and sponge cake. They had only to sit down and help themselves. They poured out two cups of tea and cut two slices of cake. But somehow they did not feel at all at ease, and sat perched on the edge of their chairs, their knees sha…

—p.20 The Enchanted Garden (16) by Italo Calvino
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9 months, 1 week ago

that he wasn’t blown to pieces

Coltrane softly blew a low note and held it, the drummer tapping cymbals, and the cassette ended. Emily withdrew her hand from Jeff’s back, but he still held hers, and her right hand. He said: “He told me once: ‘I wake up tired.’ His body was his enemy, and when he fought it, he lost. What he had t…

—p.226 Dancing After Hours Dancing After Hours (194) by Andre Dubus
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9 months, 1 week ago

then I was scared because I couldn’t move

Alvin asked Rita to dance, and Kay asked Jeff. They pushed tables and chairs and made a space on the floor, and held each other, moving to Desmond’s slow song. Emily said: “When this happened to you, who pulled you out of the water?”

“Two buddies. They rode in on the wave that got me. They looke…

—p.224 Dancing After Hours (194) by Andre Dubus
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I love diving into waves

Rita said: “How did you get hurt?”

“Diving into a wave.”

“Oh my God,” Emily said. “I love diving into waves.”

“Don’t stop.” He smiled. “You could slip in the shower. I know a guy like me, who fell off his bed. He wasn’t drunk; he was asleep. He doesn’t know how he fell. He woke up on the f…

—p.223 Dancing After Hours (194) by Andre Dubus