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the Anna in San Francisco walking into Tosca’s for/pq

But the next day, standing in the meadow, he invites Anna to visit the trailer, and she hesitates, thinking the offer is a commitment on his part, even a tentative one. It implies too much knowledge of the other—his home could be a capsule of the past or of a possible future. Her own hesitation at …

—p.88 Divisadero by Michael Ondaatje
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she was hungrier to change than I expected for/pq-done inspo/characterisation inspo/revelation misc/representation project/panopticon-epigraphs

After that month in Cairo she was muted, read constantly, kept more to herself, as if something had occurred or she realized suddenly that wondrous thing about the human being, it can change. She did not have to remain a socialite who had married an adventurer. She was discovering herself. It was p…

—p.230 The English Patient The Cave of Swimmers (227) by Michael Ondaatje
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the histories in Herodotus clarified all societies for/pq inspo/characterisation

He said later it was propinquity. Propinquity in the desert. It does that here, he said. He loved the word – the propinquity of water, the propinquity of two or three bodies in a car driving the Sand Sea for six hours. Her sweating knee beside the gearbox of the truck, the knee swerving, rising wit…

—p.150 Katharine (147) by Michael Ondaatje
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who lays the crumbs of food that tempt you for/pq

The first time she dreamed of him she woke up beside her husband screaming.

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She wouldn’t move. Wouldn’t lie back into that zone they had been in.

The dream had taken place in this room – his hand on her neck (she touched it now), his anger towards her that she had sensed the first fe…

—p.149 Katharine (147) by Michael Ondaatje
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she was a willow for/pq

She was a willow. What would she be like in winter, at my age? I see her still, always, with the eye of Adam. She had been these awkward limbs climbing out of a plane, bending down in our midst to prod at a fire, her elbow up and pointed towards me as she drank from a canteen.

A few months later…

—p.144 South Cairo 1930–1938 (131) by Michael Ondaatje