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We had even heard that among his followers there were many, young women especially, who longed to be wounded by the master and to bear his scar proudly.
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Boys looking over girls, girls looking over boys. But the real killer: girls looking at girls, women looking at women. It was the cruelest look she knew. A look of hungry, harsh appraisal. Her this...
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It was one of those violent autumn rains that hurl themselves against roofs and attic windows, while through the water-sheeted glass there's nothing to see but the bleak dark sky and the branches b...
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We are not good at whiling away the time, we others. We don't know how to take it easy. Loafing is not for us. Anxiety is our pastime, desperation our sport.
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Her visible regret was appeased by the knowledge that I would return the next night. I could feel the anticipation opening in her like a wound.
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Steven Milllhauser难得幽默了一下：There I stood stiffly, facing her profile, with one hand resting on the back of the chair, like a bank president in a portrait.
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I was less sure of my reasons for crossing the threshold. I suppose I craved simply to be in her presence, as someone shivering with cold might wish to be in the presence of a fire.
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As for me, I was a floater, a cloud-man, tense, jittery, cat-wary, all nerves and bone, and I'd spend the last year so desperately in love with another girl, so whipped-up and feverish, that even m...
