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The Night of Shame…She’s scaring me, Hitch

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Amis, M. (2020). The Night of Shame…She’s scaring me, Hitch. In Amis, M. Inside Story: A novel. Knopf, pp. 102-127

(noun) the condition or activities of a beggar.

109

They adore poverty. And cold and damp and discomfort. And dirt. One mustn’t forget dirt. It’s called mendicity. It’s meant to uh, to relieve you of distractions from your full devotion to God.

—p.109 by Martin Amis
uncertain
2 months ago

They adore poverty. And cold and damp and discomfort. And dirt. One mustn’t forget dirt. It’s called mendicity. It’s meant to uh, to relieve you of distractions from your full devotion to God.

—p.109 by Martin Amis
uncertain
2 months ago

(noun) the battlement of a castle or other building. / (noun) any of the embrasures alternating with merlons in a battlemen

123

a wispy breath of mist now seeped from the terraced buildings, from the rooftops with their vague crenellations

—p.123 by Martin Amis
notable
2 months ago

a wispy breath of mist now seeped from the terraced buildings, from the rooftops with their vague crenellations

—p.123 by Martin Amis
notable
2 months ago
124

‘Okay. Carlton had your dress hoicked up over your ribcage!’

With quiet matter-of-factness, taking rightful warmth from her cup with both palms, Phoebe said, ‘He wanted to see it. So I showed him.’

‘Yes, completely straightforward. And logical. Carlton wanted to see it, so you hoicked up your dress and showed Carlton your…?’

‘My mandala. Luckily these pants are see-through so I didn’t have to take them down. I’ll explain,’ she said. ‘Now Carlton’s a corporate raider, but you have to understand that he finds himself drawn, he finds himself increasingly drawn, Martin, to Buddha.’

this is amazing. the pacing of the last sentence

—p.124 by Martin Amis 2 months ago

‘Okay. Carlton had your dress hoicked up over your ribcage!’

With quiet matter-of-factness, taking rightful warmth from her cup with both palms, Phoebe said, ‘He wanted to see it. So I showed him.’

‘Yes, completely straightforward. And logical. Carlton wanted to see it, so you hoicked up your dress and showed Carlton your…?’

‘My mandala. Luckily these pants are see-through so I didn’t have to take them down. I’ll explain,’ she said. ‘Now Carlton’s a corporate raider, but you have to understand that he finds himself drawn, he finds himself increasingly drawn, Martin, to Buddha.’

this is amazing. the pacing of the last sentence

—p.124 by Martin Amis 2 months ago