The Shawl

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• A loathsome tale of folk-sorcery: nobility turned into asmall dun rodent. Cracking her teeth on the poison of English. Here they were shallow, they knew nothing. Light-minded. Stella looking, on principle, to be light-minded. Blue stripes, barbed wire, men embracing men...whatever was dangerous and repugnant they made prevalent, frivolous. Lost. Lost. Nowhere. All of Miami Beach, empty; the sand, empty. The whole wild hot neon night city: an empty search. In someone's pocket. (查看原文)

  MoonyLee 2020-02-12 01:37:51

• “Then a movie. You don't like new ones. We'll find dead ones. Clark Gable, Jean Harlow.” “Not interested.” “A ride to the beach. A walk on the shore. How about it?” “I already did it,” Rosa said. “When?” “Tonight. Just now.” “Alone?” Rosa said, "I was looking for something I lost.” “Poor Lublin, what you lose?” “My life.” She was all at once not ashamed to say this outright. Because of the missing underwear, she had no dignity before him. She considered Persky's life: how trivial it must always have been: buttons, himself no more significant han a button. It was plain he took her to be another button like himself, battered now and out of fashion. rolled into Florida. All of Miami Beach, a box for useless buttons! For useless buttons (查看原文)

  MoonyLee 2020-02-12 01:56:44

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