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Only it was more like burrowing through the night, tunneling through with some blunt, inadequate instrument like a soup spoon, and she woke in the morning muddled and tired and convinced that she had missed some-thing. Now she thought what she had missed was her own grief. Why that rush toward forgetfulness? she asked herself. Why the hurry to leap past grief to the next stage?
— May 02, 2025 10:50PM
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Tatevik
is on page 193 of 336
But something about the whole setup strikes me as uncomfortably, shall we say, symbolic. See, I've always pictured life as one of those ladders you find on playground sliding boards—a sort of ladder of years where you climb higher and higher, and then, oops!, you fall over the edge and others move up behind you.
I keep asking myself: couldn't Thelma have found us a place with a few more levels to it?"
— May 03, 2025 04:18AM
I keep asking myself: couldn't Thelma have found us a place with a few more levels to it?"
Tatevik
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She was an extra. She had lived out her married life like a little girl playing house, and always there'd been a grown-up standing ready to take over—her sister or her husband or her father.
— May 02, 2025 10:31PM
Tatevik
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She had always been such a false child, so eager to conform to the grown-ups' views of her.
— May 02, 2025 09:56PM
