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morning: the coffeemaker in his hotel room is a hungry little mollusk, snapping open its jaws to devour pods and subsequently secreting coffee into a mug.
Arthur Less is the first homosexual ever to grow old.
asymptotically approaching, but never reaching, zero.
redundant and thus faintly insulting to the reader
She knows he is not a thief; he is clearly just an American.
He kisses—how do I explain it? Like someone in love. Like he has nothing to lose. Like someone who has just learned a foreign language and can use only the present tense and only the second person. Only now, only you.
his exclusion from any list of best writers under thirty, under forty, under fifty—they make no lists above that.
Don’t little children, awakened one morning and told, “Now you’re five!”—don’t they wail at the universe’s descent into chaos?
the fleeting romances between flights and gates,
Mist is rising as steam rises from damp clothing set beside a fire; here, it is from the pine-dark, folded wool of the mountains.
