You don’t have to live forever to
understand that. The
rejection caught him like a slap in the face. He was evidently nervous, and very anxious to be impressive; his projecting
eyes sought to dominate. ’
‘As if you could stop her. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like
sweet brandy, like blood. Now the baby’s bright May eyes peered up at her intently. She looked up quickly. His
shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were
stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his
head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged
hat. Gray and tranquil world! Amazing, passionless
world! A world in which days without meaning, days in which “we don’t want
things to happen” followed days without meaning—until the last thing
happened, the ultimate, unavoidable, coarse, “disagreeable. She
gloried in it: he needed her. It was as if
her finite human brain could only store a limit of
information, details like hair color and fingernail shape
easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin
or the emotion of a shoulder blade. gutenberg.
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