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9 months, 1 week ago

whatever holds people together was gone topic/heartbreak

That was how she and Walter came to part, upon being discovered by his wife. They met two or three times afterward, at his insistence, but to no avail. Whatever holds people together was gone. She told him she could not help it. That was just the way it was.

—p.132 Last Night Last Night (120) by James Salter
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9 months, 1 week ago

something went wrong

They sat at the table drinking coffee. They were complicit, not long risen, and not regarding one another too closely. Walter was admiring her, however. Without makeup she was even more appealing. Her long hair was not combed. She seemed very approachable. There were calls that would have to be mad…

—p.131 Last Night (120) by James Salter
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9 months, 1 week ago

like that of a woman longing for God

— Susanna.

— Yes.

— I need you.

She more or less heard him. Her head was thrown back like that of a woman longing for God.

— I shouldn’t have drunk so much, she murmured.

He began to unbutton her blouse.

— No, she said, trying to rebutton it.

He was unfastening her brassiere. H…

—p.130 Last Night (120) by James Salter
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9 months, 1 week ago

beneath the flow of time topic/the-passage-of-time

He was barely breathing. He waited, but she did not say anything more. Hardly believing what he was doing he pushed the needle in—it was effortless—and slowly injected the contents. He heard her sigh. Her eyes were closed as she lay back. Her face was peaceful. She had embarked. My God, he thought,…

—p.129 Last Night (120) by James Salter
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9 months, 1 week ago

beneath the flow of time topic/the-passage-of-time

He was barely breathing. He waited, but she did not say anything more. Hardly believing what he was doing he pushed the needle in—it was effortless—and slowly injected the contents. He heard her sigh. Her eyes were closed as she lay back. Her face was peaceful. She had embarked. My God, he thought,…

—p.129 Last Night (120) by James Salter