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this semi-stranger who swallows you raw

Who doesn’t want an adventure? Familiarity is all well and good, but predictable and humdrum in the long run. Who doesn’t dream about a life with no bills, no laundry, no mortgages or kids? Arnold does! A purely erotic space with a postgraduate or an undergraduate who admires him, her tutor, her pr…

—p.285 If Only by Vigdis Hjorth
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he is never truly desperate

A wagtail lives behind her garden wall. It flies around, constantly busy, but they never see another one, no mate, no chicks.

‘A divorced wagtail,’ Arnold says and tilts his head. ‘Poor thing. Never leave me. I’ll kill you. I’ll kill myself!’

No matter how open he pretends to be, he is never …

—p.283 by Vigdis Hjorth
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that is just how real life is

[...] He can come with any woman and it will feel pretty much the same, she already knows that. It is like that for everyone, she already knows that too. Except it is not like that for Ida, but she doesn’t say so. No one must know what it is like for her. He must not know how alone she is. They dri…

—p.275 by Vigdis Hjorth
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love is only possible where there is innocence

[...] Ida is right there and yet he touches the other woman, but in the same way, which makes it worse. Love is only possible where there is innocence, a tiny little bit of innocence, a little bit of trust. The knowledge that you can’t be substituted, that you are not replaceable or interchangeable…

—p.274 by Vigdis Hjorth
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she experiences a silent, undefined failure to thrive

When she is out running on her own, she listens to her Walkman. If she is running with Arnold, she doesn’t, he gets annoyed if she does. Even though they don’t talk while they run, she can’t listen to it because it takes her to a place where he isn’t, where she can lose herself in something he can’…

—p.259 by Vigdis Hjorth