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Midlifeexpand_moreAn eye trained only for darkness makes for a lesser path, in art as in life.
By the end of my trip to St. Thomas, I had discovered a reason to live.
She alone knew how he could be swept up, tender interior laid bare.
It seemed that someone had died, but really it was part of us.
I read cookbooks the way I do poetry, with a willingness to be transported.
Since the accident she lost her hold on the world and never got it back.
The owl was a white that could not be compromised by any other color.
Society was imposing, like something out of an English drama.
It was half the Spanish he knew—stop, I have a shotgun.
What was she thinking, driving alone to see a man she’d never met?
She was thinking about what she would say when the time came.
I grip the handlebar and pin my eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable crash.
That there are five sturdy red Gerber daisies in a jar on the table.
It was a Tuesday, so they made love. She thought it was a fair compromise.
For the first time in her life she stood naked in the open air.
It’s a mistake to be here, he thinks, but he doesn’t turn around.
She is a stalk, exhausted. She will surround these bones with flesh.
“Ki-Tae the famous pastor,” Jae says to her. “Can you believe life.”
He picked up a fairy disguised as a go-go dancer and brought her home.
Lust was just a frenzy of activity that had mostly led Benny in circles.
Jennifer Egan’s A Visit From the Goon Squad wins Pulitzer Prize.
She’s innocent, guilty of nothing but the need to be admired.
This is what he must have felt when she told him about her affair.
Gurov reflected, “it wouldn’t be a bad idea to make her acquaintance.”
He cannot imagine the shape his life would take without her.
He always talked of making money with the air of a connoisseur.
He’ll probably try to get her in the sack, just to stay in practice.
She must know she was a mistake, what they call now a surprise.
What would make a sane person want to watch such blood sport?
