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He wouldn't object to her having a man of some stature and self-respect, a man with some ideas in his head, as a lover, Vic could visualize a kind of charitable, fair-minded, civilized arrangement in which all three of them might be happy and benefit from contact with one another. Dostoyevsky had known what he meant. Goethe might have understood, too.
— Apr 20, 2021 07:30PM
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She set her glass down hard on the table, and at that instant there was a deep, sleepy roll of thunder, and Vic immediately thought that the rain tonight—and he had noticed that it looked like rain since about four o'clock—would wash away the tread marks of his tires, if any, on the dirt road, and a very good rain would help to wash away the bloodstains on the white rocks.
— Apr 23, 2021 07:35PM
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Vic felt more cheerful and benign than ever. More and more Melinda was sullenly drunk. On one of her many dashes to see Don Wilson she was arrested for speeding and also accused of drunken driving. She was not very drunk, he saw, not drunk at all comparatively speaking, but the highway officer must have caught a whiff, or he deduced drunkenness from her probably foolhardy counterattack when he had stopped her.
— Apr 22, 2021 08:51PM
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Vic slowly filled his pipe, aware that he was being studied by Don Wilson. It was amazing how June Wilson could go on and on about nothing. Now it was dog shows. Vic saw Melinda take a big gulp of her drink. Melinda had no talent for small talk with another woman. Don Wilson was looking the living room over thoroughly Vic noticed, and he supposed that an inspection of the bookcase would come soon.
— Apr 21, 2021 08:27PM
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It was very strange. Lying sleepless on the sofa, he had waited for fear to come, for panic, for guilt and regret, at least. He had found himself thinking of a pleasant day in his childhood when he had won a prize in geography class for making the best model of an Eskimo village, using half eggshells for igloos and spun glass for snow Without consciously realizing it, he had felt absolutely secure.
— Apr 21, 2021 07:34PM
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The light on the scene was ghastly—the dismal, blanching light of dawn. Nobody could come back to life in a light like this, Vic thought. It was a light for dying. Watching the interns bustling about, asking questions, recommencing the artificial respiration, Vic realized his own fatigue. He seemed to awaken from a trance. He realized for the first time that, if De Lisle were revived, he was doomed.
— Apr 21, 2021 07:12PM
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The morals to resist didn't come very often any more. That was for people like Henri III of France, after his wife the Princesse de Conde died. There was devotion, Henri sitting in his library the rest of his life, with his memories of the Princesse, creating designs of skulls and crossbones for Nicolas Eve to put on book covers for him. Henri would probably be called psychotic by modern psychiatrists.
— Apr 20, 2021 08:49PM
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The likelihood of typographical errors in spite of rigorous proofreading was going to be the subject of an essay that he would write one day, Vic thought. There was something demoniacal and insuperable about typographical errors, as if they were part of the natural evil that permeated man's existence, as if they were determined to manifest themselves no matter what, as surely as weeds in the best-tended gardens.
— Apr 20, 2021 07:45PM
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There wasn't a word for the way he felt about Melinda, for that combination of loathing and devotion. He would show the psychiatrist and the world that the situation was not intolerable and that there would be no divorce. Neither was he going to be miserable. The world was too full of interesting things.
— Apr 19, 2021 08:32PM
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Vic didn't dance, but not for the reasons that most men who don't dance give to themselves. He didn't dance simply because his wife liked to dance. His rationalization of his attitude was a flimsy one and didn't fool him for a minute, though it crossed his mind every time he saw Melinda dancing; she was insufferably silly when she danced. She made dancing embarrassing.
— Apr 19, 2021 07:28PM
