Occasionally the mere fact of lying in
bed became unendurable, and she rolled out and marched about her room and
whispered abuse of herself—usually until she hit against some article of
furniture. The likeness was
ridiculous. She romanticized, imagining a life on
the High Seas. Remember, in your story—look at it, scattered everywhere!—that line?
We arrive at true happiness only through labyrinths of misery. The latch came with a weak click. They traveled to distant places,
had an apartment in Constantinople and a villa in Paris. A dark mass of wreckage, over which
hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close
under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. They got to go home
and eat Campbell’s Chicken Soup. A little
within stood a second door, or rather wicket, lower than the first, but of equal
strength, and surmounted by a row of sharp spikes. “I’ve thought about it. And the door was suddenly
thrown open, and the two janizaries felled to the ground by the strong arm of the
stalwart robber. After a while he spoke again. She
says to be home by one AM. "I am innocent. Socks and shoes were harder to
find, and she ended up wearing men’s athletic tube socks
and a pair of dust caked flip-flops that had sat forlornly in
Locker 49 since 1978.
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