Bookmarker is a personal project by @dellsystem to help with retaining reading material. Source on GitHub.

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9 months, 1 week ago

guarding the cigarettes from some invisible peril

By the time I went back to bed, it was dawning already. In the trees outside, a nation of birds replaced the blood-sucking bats and was now atwitter in a paroxysm of meaningless life. Sleeping and dreaming were beyond me now, nor could I write. Smoking on the balcony, I waited for everything to mak…

—p.2 Love and Obstacles Stairway to Heaven (1) by Aleksandar Hemon
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9 months, 1 week ago

time passes and everything with it

The room was not welcoming. It had seen too many people come and go. It was wearying to be constantly reminded that time passes and everything with it, purposelessly.

—p.482 The Visiting Privilege: New and Collected Stories Craving (481) by Joy Williams
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9 months, 1 week ago

his desire to create soaring nonutilitarian spaces

The week passes. Colson has a tutor in mathematics for the summer who is oblivious to the situation and I have the office I’m obliged to occupy. Colson wants to be an engineer or an architect but he has difficulty with concepts of scale and measurability. The tutor claims he’s progressing nicely bu…

—p.467 The Country (460) by Joy Williams
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don’t ever take me into that stupid room again

It’s as though he is answering the very question posed at Come and See! I took him there once. Sometimes someone brings a child or grandchild, it’s not unheard of. He listened attentively. No one expected him to contribute and everyone found him adorable. “Don’t ever take me into that stupid room a…

—p.466 The Country (460) by Joy Williams
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trying to salvage the bit of life she could

I could far more easily drive to church and spare myself the discomfort of walking through this wasteland but I am in no hurry to reach home. I never know whom I will be coming home to, whether it will be mother, father, wife or son. Often it is just my son, my boy, and matters are quite as they sh…

—p.463 The Country (460) by Joy Williams