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Stop that Stuart," Patty said as Stuart struggled with the suitcases, which were too heavy for him, she thought. (Almost everything was way too heavy for Stuart.)" Just put those down. Besides," Patty said, "where will you go? You don't have anyplace to go." But Stuart took her hand and held it for a moment against his closed eyes, and despite the many occasions when Patty had wanted him to go, and the several occasions when she had tried t..
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It's broadening. You meet people in your family you'd never happen to run into otherwise.
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Everything makes me angry, unless it makes me sad.
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Just think! Garden, garden, garden, garden, garden, two happy people, and it could have gone on forever! They knew, they'd been told, but they ate it anyway, and from there on out, 'family!' Shame, fear, jobs, mortality, envy, murder..." "Well," William said brightly, "and sex."
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Her professors were astonished by her leaps of thought, by the finesse and elegance of her insights. She arrived at hypotheses by sheer intuition and with what eventually one of her mentors described as an almost alarming speed; she was like a dancer, he said, out in the cosmos springing weightlessly from star to star. Drones, merely brilliant, crawled along behind with laborious proofs that supported her assertions.
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Deborah Eisenberg |
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I turned with the receiver to the wall as I absorbed the fact of Ivan's voice, and when I glanced back at the man on my sofa, he seemed like a scrap of paper, or the handle from a broken cup, or a single rubber band--a thing that has become dislodged from its rightful place and intrudes on one's consciousness two or three or many times before one understands that it is just a thing best thrown away.
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Deborah Eisenberg |
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language . . . what exactly was it, and how did it happen? Celeste shrugged. "Some people think it was just business as usual--mutation, adaptation, selection, mutation, adaptation, selection, a slow continuity kind of thing, for hundreds of thousands of years. But other people think it happened incredibly fast, within about forty thousand years. And that this capacity that made it possible--this built-in capacity for the operation that let..
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Deborah Eisenberg |
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Beyond the apartment's walls, in the night sky of his closed eyes, little lights charted the streets and broad avenues, the apartments and clubs of late revelers, the tall towers, where five or six guys he knew, guys only a few years ahead of him, would be toiling, even at this hour, in their big chairs, the vast windows of their offices overlooking the city, overlooking the planet with its mines and wells, its fields and great waterways, a..
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Deborah Eisenberg |
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Galicia. I contemplate the beautiful name as it unfolds, disclosing delicate, prancing, caparisoned horses and the lovely princesses riding them whose undulating red hair reaches to the carpet of flowers beneath the hooves. "You could always tell the Jews from Galicia by their red hair," my aunt says dreamily."
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Deborah Eisenberg |
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Pretty girls are not to be envied. Because when a boy sees a pretty girl, he does not see a real person. He sees a mirror of his own desires, and he falls in love with the mirror. Boys put a pretty girl on a pedestal.
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Deborah Eisenberg |
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she just seemed to have been put together more on purpose than other people.
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Deborah Eisenberg |
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Sure she wanted him to be someone else, or at least sort of someone else. Pretty much everyone wants everyone else to be at least sort of someone else, don't they?
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Deborah Eisenberg |
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I was looking out at cliffs and the sea, all sluiced in delicate pinks and yellows and greens and blues, as if the sun were imparting to the sleeping rock and water dreams of their youth, dreams of the rock's birth in the earth's molten core, the water's ecstatic purity before it was sullied by life--as if the play of soft colors were the sun's lullaby to the cliffs and the sea, of endurance and transformation.
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Deborah Eisenberg |
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And as she talks, I concentrate on spreading out my substance, making myself spongy to absorb the puffiness into myself, to absorb the pain radiating through her feet and legs and back.
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Deborah Eisenberg |
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They would sit down at the bar, Mr. Perfect and the girl, and the predictable theatrics would start right up, so the moment he appeared I'd resign myself to a night of watching a wallet flirt with a price tag. Mr.
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It's odd--no matter how you feel about a place, it's as though you exchange something with it. It keeps a little bit of you, and you keep a little bit of it." "I know," he said. "And the thing you mostly get to keep is leaving."
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