The Sea
Claire was waiting by the car, shoulders hunched, using the sleeves of her coat for a muff. ‘You...
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A Confederacy of Dunces
Along the block some people were out on their porches looking at him and the motorcycle. The...
Station Eleven
Snow was falling on Yonge Street. It startled Jeevan when he left the theater, this echo of the...
Lonesome Dove
The springhouse was a little lumpy adobe building, so cool on the inside that Augustus would have...
The Goldfinch
That night, at Boris’ — lying drunk on my half of the batik-draped mattress — I tried to...
Love In The Time Of Cholera
The years of immobilized waiting, of hoping for good luck, were behind him, but on the horizon he could see nothing more than the unfathomable sea of imaginary illnesses, the drop-by-drop urinations of sleepless nights, the daily death at twilight. He thought that all the moments in the day, which had once been his allies and sworn accomplices, were beginning to conspire against him.
