Beautiful World, Where Are You

by Sally Rooney

The house is chaotically huge, as if in the habit of producing new, previously unseen rooms on a spontaneous basis.

The problem with museums like the d’Orsay, by the way and just totally incidentally, is that there’s far too much art, so that no matter how well you plan your route or how noble your intentions, you will always find yourself walking irritably past priceless works of profound genius looking for the bathrooms.