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9 months, 2 weeks ago

the occasion could easily lead to a hug

Buying things from her now and again in Green’s the Chemist ’s Norman had come to the conclusion that she was of a tartish disposition, and imagined that if ever he sat with her over a drink in the nearby Drummer Boy the occasion could easily lead to a hug on the street afterwards. He imagined her …

—p.190 My Mistress's Sparrow is Dead: Great Love Stories, from Chekhov to Munro LOVERS OF THEIR TIME (189) by William Trevor
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it was nowhere near at hand

The young man began to call compassion to his aid (he had to call it from afar, because it was nowhere near at hand), so as to be able to calm the girl. There were still thirteen days of vacation before them.

—p.188 THE HITCHHIKING GAME (170) by Milan Kundera
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she had crossed the forbidden boundary project/secret-life

He had intercourse with her. She was glad that at least now finally the unfortunate game would end and they would again be the two people they had been before and would love each other. She wanted to press her mouth against his. But the young man pushed her head away and repeated that he only kisse…

—p.187 THE HITCHHIKING GAME (170) by Milan Kundera
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the familiar features that he loved tenderly

It was a narrow room with two beds, a small table, a chair, and a washbasin. The young man locked the door and turned to the girl. She was standing facing him in a defiant pose with insolent sensuality in her eyes. He looked at her and tried to discover behind her lascivious expression the familiar…

—p.184 THE HITCHHIKING GAME (170) by Milan Kundera
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chess pieces cannot desert the chessboard

The conversation was proceeding to still greater enormities; it shocked the girl slightly, but she couldn’t protest. Even in a game there lurks a lack of freedom; even a game is a trap for the players. If this had not been a game and they had really been two strangers, the hitchhiker could long ago…

—p.183 THE HITCHHIKING GAME (170) by Milan Kundera