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Three months later--a Jewish girl having in the meantime explained the fundamentals of kosher dining--he returned to the B & H Dairy Bar, and when, finally, the old man asked him if he'd ever been in a restaurant, Jeff answered, "I don't know--you ever worked in one?" After that he was a New Yorker. Cruising"
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The night has already turned on that imperceptible pivot where two a.m. changes to six a.m.
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Jay McInerney |
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Tears come to your eyes, and you feel such a rush of tenderness and pity that you stop beside a lamppost and hang on for support.
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Jay McInerney |
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hate being alone, but when I wake up in some guy's bed with dry come on the sheets underneath me and he's snoring like a garbage truck, I go, let me out of here. I slip out and crawl around the floor groping for my clothes, trying to untangle his blue jeans from mine, my bra from his Jockeys--Skip wears boxers, of course--and trying to be quiet at the same time, then slide out the door laughing like a seal escaping from the zoo and race hom..
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It's amazing what human beings get accustomed to--how quickly the bizarre, the absurd and the perverse can become routine. People have become accustomed to torture, or so I've read, bonded with their tormentors, the wielders of pliers and electricity. It happens gradually. Maybe one day you get high with another couple and there's a certain amount of joking and talk, and the next thing you know, the guy's making out with your wife and you'r..
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You have always wanted to be a writer. Getting the job at the magazine was only your first step toward literacy celebrity. You used to write what you believed to be urbane sketches infinitely superior to those appearing in the magazine every week. You sent them up to Fiction; they came back with polite notes. "Not quite right for us now, but thanks for letting us see this." You would try to interpret the notes: what about the word now-do th..
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writing
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Semmihez sincs igazan kedved, mignem felmerul benned az iras gondolata. A gyotrodes allitolag az iras nyersanyaga. Irhatnal egy konyvet. Ugy erzed, csak ossze kellene szedned magad, hogy leulj az irogephez, es formaba tudnad rendezni mindazt, ami most ertelmetlen tragediak puszta lancreakciojanak tunik. Vagy bosszut allhatnal, a te szemszogedbol adhatnad elo a tortenetet, a megsebzett hos szerepet alakithatnad. Hamlet a var fokan. Esetleg t..
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Jay McInerney |
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Gyermekkorodban, ahogy nottel, ugy erosodott benned a gyanu, hogy mindenki mas be van avatva valami alapveto titokba, mely elotted zarva maradt. A tobbiek mind tudtak, hogy mit csinalnak.
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Jay McInerney |
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A fejukben ez jar: Velem is megtortenhet?, es te szeretned megnyugtatni oket, hogy ez csakis a te hibad. Probaljak magukat a borodbe kepzelni, csakhogy ez fogos feladat. Tegnap este Vicky a belso elmeny megoszthatatlansagarol beszelt. Kepzeld el, milyen lehet denevernek lenni, mondta. Meg ha tudod is, mi az a radar es hogyan mukodik, akkor sem tudhatod meg soha, milyen erzes radarral latni vagy kicsi, szoros lenykent fejjel lefele logni egy..
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Van bizonyos szakadt meltosag a maganyos bukasban.
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Az elet nem all meg, az emberek valtoznak", mondta Amanda. Ot ez tokeletesen kielegitette. Te magyarazatot akartal, szep kerek befejezest, a felelosseg megallapitasaval, es jogos igazsagszolgaltatassal. Fejedben megfordult a bosszu es megfordult a kibekules gondolata. S lam, mindebbol nem maradt egyeb, mint a sejtelem, hogy az eleted ugy valik semmive mogotted, akar egy konyv, melyet tul gyorsan futottal at, s melynek nyomaban csak egy szet..
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Egy magankonyvtar a jellemanalizis kincsesbanyaja.
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Lassan kell jarnod. Ujra kell tanulnod mindent.
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He belonged to the new breed of male epicureans who viewed cooking as a competitive sport, and pursued it with the same avidity that others had for fly-fishing or golf, with the attendant fetishization of the associated gadgetry and equipment. He
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The level of the room keeps changing. All of the surfaces swell and recede with oceanic rhytm. You are not quite all right. You are somewhat wrong.
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tripping
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they'd followed their best instincts and based their lives on the premise that money couldn't buy happiness, learning only gradually the many varieties of unhappiness it might have staved off. Russell
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Under the spell of alcohol your differences recede.
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social-interaction
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The bald girl i emblematic of the problem. The problem is, for some reason you think you are going to meet the kind of girl who is not the kind of girl who would be at a place like this at this time of the morning. When you meet her you are going to tell her that what you really want is a house in the country with a a garden. New York, the club scene, bald women - you're tired of all that. Your presence here is only a matter of conducting a..
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city-life
meeting-people
connection-with-people
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The bald girl is emblematic of the problem. The problem is, for some reason you think you are going to meet the kind of girl who is not the kind of girl who would be at a place like this at this time of the morning. When you meet her you are going to tell her that what you really want is a house in the country with a a garden. New York, the club scene, bald women - you're tired of all that. Your presence here is only a matter of conducting ..
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city-life
connections-with-people
meeting-people
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Just outside the door you spot her: tall, dark and alone, half hidden behind a pillar on the edge of the dance floor. You approach laterally, moving your stuff like a Bad Spade through the slalom of a synthesized conga rhytm. She jumps when you touch her shoulder. "Dance?" She looks at you as if you had just suggested instrumental rape. "I do not speak English," she says, when you ask again. "Francais?" She shakes her head. Why is she looki..
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For a few weeks you got up at six to compose short stories at the kitchen table with while Amanda slept in the other room. Then your night life started getting more interesting and complicated, and climbing out of bed became harder and harder. You were gathering experience for a novel. You went to parties with writers, cultivated a writerly persona. You wanted to be Dylan Thomas without the paunch. F. Scott Fitzgerald without the crack-up. ..
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writing
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Rosania says. "To keep them to myself would be unimaginable. Wine is meant to be shared." It's a refreshing attitude, particularly if you are on the receiving end of it. The night before the auction I personally consumed, by my best estimate, over $20,000 worth of his wine--including the 1945 Mouton and the 1947 Cheval Blanc--and I was one of fourteen drinkers."
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