Status Updates From Tender Shoots

“Leaving me alone and keeping me company,”
she would say, “are the two worst favours anyone
can do for me.”

"And you, do you love me?
"No, but you are to women what London is to
other cities.”
“?”
“A city which does not totally satisfy you, but
which spoils all the others for you.”

But could [war] be realised other than slowly, in
this unscarred country, where children have
never discovered cannonballs from previous wars
embedded in the walls of houses?

Very curious as to why Pushkin Press thought this was worth publishing. Morand's work isn't exactly bad (there are occasionally lovely imagist bits) but it's not especially good either. He was an appalling human being and a writer who now seems quite dated (the Proust intro is by far the best part of this book and even that is not especially good or insightful). Don't really get this *shrug*