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The end apparent in the beginning.
“What’s it like?” Natalie said quietly. “Marriage, I mean.” Lotto said, “A never-ending banquet, and you eat and eat and never get full.” Mathilde said, “Kipling called it a very long conversation.”
She hated perfume. It was a cover for poor hygiene or for body shame. Clean people never aspired to the floral.
It’s true that even in Eden there were snakes.
Most operas, it is true, are about marriage. Few marriages could be called operatic.
there are untruths made of words and untruths made of silences, and Mathilde had only ever lied to Lotto in what she never said.
Unplug from the humble needs of the body and a person becomes no more than a ghost.
