怀疑者年鉴

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• The act itself was fervent. Like a brisk tennis game or a summer track meet, something performed in daylight between competitors. The cheap mattress bounced. She liked to do it more than once, and he was usually able to comply. Bourbon was his gasoline. Between sessions, he poured it at the counter while she lay panting on the sheets. Sweat burnished her body. The lean neck. The surprisingly full breasts. He would down another glass and return. The competition would continue in the relentless searching of her eyes, which never rested. Sometimes there was even a third time, in which those eyes, even as they sharpened with arousal, then fogged with it, continued their accusation: he was a cad; he was really just using her; he cared little for anybody. (查看原文)

  亦非 1赞 2018-06-29 15:20:34

• “Well, some difficult problems, for one. I’ve solved a problem that was thought to be unsolvable.” “I know, Dad.” “And I learned that only a small part of it is talent. The rest is determination. Stick to your ramparts, my boy, no matter who else is trying to shout you off of them.” He shifted around to look into my eyes. With his head turned, the arm on the far side began to quiver. “The will is everything,” he said. (查看原文)

  亦非 2018-06-21 16:47:55

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