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I was wearing a Brooks Brothers sack suit of black and brown twill that ran on the diagonal and a soft felt fedora from Paris, and this getup, which seemed so stylish to me, cast our conversation into the light of an excited urbanity, as did the cocktails, no doubt.
— Jun 30, 2011 03:53PM
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William Cooksley
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Howie had a face only a medieval Japanese woman could have loved: perfectly round, pasty, just a wisp of fine hair above, below a dark, tiny dead rosebud of a mouth, the rudiment of a chin, like a child's hand poking through a sheet, and those eyes, so arrogant and expressive with glasses, so myopic and defenseless without.
— Jul 11, 2011 12:59PM
William Cooksley
is on page 150 of 218
Howie had a face only a medieval Japanese woman could have loved: perfectly round, pasty, just a wisp of fine hair above, below a dark, tiny dead rosebud of a mouth, the rudiment of a chin, like a child's hand poking through a sheet, and those eyes, so arrogant and expressive with glasses, so myopic and defenseless without.
— Jul 11, 2011 11:34AM
William Cooksley
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These were the women who wore navy blue and a single piece of woven yellow and pink gold, whose narrow feet were shod in blue and white spectators, who drove jaunty station wagons, who drank martinis on porches with rattan furniture and straw rugs and whose voices were lower than most men's.
— Jun 14, 2011 07:37AM
