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| 8e3c326 | Giddy with each other and the wine, they strolled outside through the Presidio, the old fort now housing restaurants and galleries. Jess explained that she wanted to devise a matrix for scarcity and abundance, frugality and profligacy. She thought that sweetness represented, and in some periods misrepresented, a sense of surplus and shared pleasure. "I don't think taste is purely biological," she said. "I think it's economically, historical.. | philosophy sweetness tastes true-love | Allegra Goodman | |
| 652cc82 | Jess herself had not eaten fowl or roast or even fish in years, but the books awakened memories of turkey and thick gravy, and crab cakes, and rib-eye roasts. Redolent of smoke and flame, the recipes repelled and also reminded her of pink and tender meat, and breaking open lobster dripping with sweet butter, and sucking marrow out of the bones. | meat seafood | Allegra Goodman | |
| d073445 | In the kitchen, her family nibbled Helen's lemon squares. Melanie urged brownies on the nurses. "Take these," she told Lorraine. "We can't eat them all, but Helen won't stop baking." "Sweetheart," Lorraine said, "everybody mourns in her own way." Helen mourned her sister deeply. She arrived each day with shopping bags. Her cake was tender with sliced apples, but her almond cookies crumbled at the touch. Her pecan bars were awful, sticky-swe.. | end-of-life grief loss mourning | Allegra Goodman | |
| dcc65e5 | Robin, he chided her. He wanted to tell her all this would happen to her, too, that her luck would turn as well. But he had no good arguments for this, and she had no reason to believe him. Such luck as his was far too rare. "I hope it all works out," she said, looking up, and then, as if afraid to sound too stingy, she added, "I'm sure it will." He bent down to kiss her, but she turned away slightly, and his lips brushed her ear as he wh.. | love luck science suffering | Allegra Goodman | |
| e39a4f4 | She had never seen the Tree House at night. Vast and dark, lit with candles for the occasion, the rooms looked magical, the staircase a citadel, with its own strange inglenooks and deep dusty treads. In the fireplace, instead of wood, a great gong and mallet hung from a stand. The rooms were filled with couches and mismatched armchairs, and floor cushions, some with cats, and some without. Living ivy climbed to the ceiling and outlined ever.. | jess-bach magical tree-house | Allegra Goodman | |
| 7f69809 | E'en copious Dryden wanted, or forgot,The last and greatest art--the art to blot. | Authors | ||
| d4ce185 | Let him be kept from paper, pen, and ink;So may he cease to write, and learn to think. | Authors | ||
| 0255c57 | She had no idea how George delighted in her funny ways, or watched her through the window as she stood outside, finishing an apple or nibbling sunflower seeds. She did not register his glances, his quick inventory of her clothes, his pleasure in her face and wrists. She did not know his heart. | delight jess-and-george pleasure | Allegra Goodman | |
| a4ec64e | Richard had sold Gillian's piano. He'd offered to ship it out to California, but neither Jess nor Emily played. Emily had quit her lessons at "Streets of Laredo" and Jess only got as far as "The Teddy Bears' Picnic." They had Gillian's jewelry, but she hadn't collected much. She had never liked necklaces or earrings. In fact, she'd never pierced her ears. She'd preferred a rosebush or two for her birthday, or a standing mixer. "This is very.. | dough emily-and-jess emily-bach gillian-bach pastries piano | Allegra Goodman | |
| cf3fbea | His fantasies were nurturing, not predatory. If he could have Jess, he would feed her. Laughable, antique, confusingly paternal, he longed to nourish her with clementines, and pears in season, fresh whole-wheat bread and butter, wild strawberries, comte cheese, fresh figs and oily Marcona almond, tender yellow beets. He would sear red meat, if she would let him, and grill spring lamb. Cut the thorns off artichokes and dip the leaves in fres.. | feeding foods fruits-and-vegetables jess-and-george nurturing | Allegra Goodman | |
| 68329fa | She knew she was overextended, but she couldn't help herself. Student, tree lover, citizen of the Earth, she was busier than ever as she raced through Berkeley on her bicycle, and stood on street corners with petitions. She was a blithe spirit, and increasingly a hungry one. Vegan, but not always strict. She never ate meat or tuna fish or honey harvested from indentured bees, but sometimes she craved eggs, and cheese, and even butter, and s.. | jess-bach saltine-crackers vegan-diet | Allegra Goodman | |
| ddfb977 | The woods are lovely, dark, and deep," Jess intoned as they took the path down from the parking lot. She had imagined finding a spot to read and meditate, leaving Emily to walk alone for half an hour, but the trees were so tall, and the light filtering down so green that she forgot her stratagem, and her troubles as well. The saplings here were three hundred years old, their bark still purple, their branches supple, foliage feathery in the .. | jess-bach muir redwood-forest trees woods | Allegra Goodman | |
| 2141ccf | Orion was the one Emily knew well. He had been Emily's childhood friend when, for several summers, they attended CTY, the Center for Talented Youth at Johns Hopkins. At eleven, twelve, and thirteen, they took courses in physics and advanced geometry along with other children selected nationwide. Emily had studied Greek, and Orion took astronomy. Renaissance children, they lived in dorms with other earnest middle-schoolers blowing through pr.. | classes emily-bach middle-school orion-steiner special | Allegra Goodman | |
| 37b455a | No, no, no." The Rabbi raised his hands. "The loan is free. Just return the eighteen hundred after the IPO. If you want to give me anything more, then you decide however to repay me. Give to tzedakah--a gift to charity. Give to Bialystok Center. Or give nothing. This is an investment. Your are investing in Veritech. And I am investing in you." | Allegra Goodman | ||
| a2ddfe4 | She was surprised because she was Emily, and she did not share Jonathan's frank assessment of coworkers as losers, whiners, bozos, sharks. No, she imagined people were rational and courteous, as she was, and when they proved otherwise, she assumed that she could influence them to become that way. Dangerous thinking. When she was truthful, she expected to hear the truth. Reasonable, she expected reasonable behavior in return. She was young, .. | gillian-bach logical rational rationality reasonable | Allegra Goodman | |
| b05faa6 | At first she felt overwhelmed by the house, its airy symmetry its silence. Now she was accustomed to the place, but she caught herself wondering, Is this still Berkeley? George's neighborhood felt as far from Telegraph as the hanging gardens of Babylon. You could get a good kebab in Jess's neighborhood, and a Cal T-shirt, and a reproduction NO HIPPIES ALLOWED sign. Where George lived, you could not get anything unless you drove down from th.. | colors flowers jess-and-george neighborhoods | Allegra Goodman | |
| 7d24031 | Noah. "I have" | Allegra Goodman | ||
| 2ab1beb | This was her version of sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll--dating a chalk artist, and teaching school. | Allegra Goodman | ||
| 521ddf7 | Sandra turned to the page with the title "Toklas' Hashich Fudge." The original hashish brownies. 'Peppercorns, nutmeg, cinnamon, coriander, stone dates, dried figs, shelled almonds, peanuts,... A bunch of canibus sativa can be pulverized. This along with the spices should be dusted over the mixed fruit and nuts... it should be eaten with care. Two pieces are quite sufficient..." | fudge hashish ingredients old-recipes spices | Allegra Goodman | |
| b5f4da0 | Sentimentally, he thought of Jess. Irrationally, he despaired of having her. But this was not a question of pursuit. Raj would laugh at him, and Nick would look askance. His fantasies were nurturing, not predatory. If he could have Jess, he would feed her. Laughable, antique, confusingly paternal, he longed to nourish her with clementines, and pears in season, fresh whole-wheat bread and butter, wild strawberries, comte cheese, fresh figs a.. | feeding foods fruits-and-vegetables jess-and-george nourish | Allegra Goodman | |
| e2a0996 | Yorick's Used and Rare Books had a small storefront on Channing but a deep interior shaded by tall bookcases crammed with history, poetry, theology, antiquated anthologies. There was no open wall space to hang the framed prints for sale, so Hogarth's scenes of lust, pride, and debauchery leaned rakishly against piles of novels, folk tales, and literary theory. In the back room these piles were so tall and dusty that they took on a geologica.. | books bookstore genres gibbon grimm-fairy-tales hogarth jess-bach | Allegra Goodman | |
| 002a347 | He smiled at the brilliance of his perception, and Brunetti, too, smiled, delighted to hear it. | Donna Leon | ||
| e0682ff | Who are you? She asked silently, as she laid away the collector's quotations, his drawings, his scraps of famous poetry: "Come live with me and be my love..." interleaved with menus: 'oysters, fish stew, tortoise in its shell, bread from the oven, honey from the honeycomb.' The books were unsplattered but much fingered, their pages soft with turning and re-turning, like collections of old fairy tales. Often Jess thought of Rapunzel and gold.. | famous-writers foods jess-bach menus old-books tom-mcclintock | Allegra Goodman | |
| 28409dd | He was attractive and he knew it, but he pretended he had no idea. Therefore he was both vain and disingenuous. Tall, or so he seemed to Jess, he looked Italian with his dark skin and dark eyes. Very old- again, from Jess's point of view- where anyone past thirty harked back to another era altogether. Despite his years, George had a powerful body, a broad chest, a face of light and shade, a glint of humor even in his frown. When he wasn't l.. | Allegra Goodman | ||
| b9dea58 | Everyone expected Emily to take care and take charge. It had always been this way. When her mother was sick, she'd filled out her own permission slips for school. When Jess signed up to bring home the kindergarten rabbit for the weekend, Emily took care of it. 'Look at Emily taking care of her sister,' her New Jersey aunts said to one another after the memorial service. There were no relatives from England. Her English grandparents had died.. | caretaker emily-bach peacemaker responsible | Allegra Goodman | |
| 55aad21 | Collin sat on a marble bench, chaste white, funereal, carved with the words PROTECT ME FROM WHAT I WANT. When he opened his arms for Nina, a guard hurried over. "Sir! I'm sorry--you can't sit there!" -- | Allegra Goodman | ||
| f4a46a3 | He said, "I had to dance with all the girls who didn't have a partner. I'd be the youngest one, and I was like a foot shorter, so I was staring straight at all these eighth-grade breasts." "Sh!" "What? It was like the highlight of my childhood." | Allegra Goodman | ||
| 0cd68f7 | I taught more than one hundred kids today--and some of them were listening | Allegra Goodman | ||
| 6c2e058 | There is such a thing as reincarnation. If you teach long enough, the same kids keep coming back again. | Allegra Goodman | ||
| bc2d864 | He'd told her about his asphalt water lilies and his sidewalk Van Goghs, | Allegra Goodman | ||
| 908e8ac | Sometimes its like Nathaniel Hawthorne is trying to be deep. | Allegra Goodman | ||
| e974234 | She didn't think that she could sway the universe, but she hoped that you could nudge it with a prayer. | Allegra Goodman | ||
| 319bdb8 | the only thing you care about is the beginning and the end. You can never be in the middle; you can never actually be with someone or learn something or get something done, because you're always starting and then leaving, | Allegra Goodman | ||
| 27f4ead | Kids can tell when teachers are trying," Collin said. "It's like how dogs smell fear." | Allegra Goodman | ||
| e1878b6 | Required personal discovery seemed like an oxymoron to Nina, but so did many other aspects of the school. | Allegra Goodman | ||
| 1d76cb6 | Teddy Shoes, where you could buy patent-leather pumps with a kitten heel in men's thirteen. | Allegra Goodman | ||
| 514ecdb | They lay together where they fell, and it was sweet and it was surprising, like waking up together in bed. | Allegra Goodman | ||
| af4125e | My kids are tough," said Nina. He scoffed. "I work in Harvard Square. My art's been peed on." | Allegra Goodman | ||
| 659a5e4 | To serious readers like him and Paola, reading was an activity, not a pastime, and so the presence of another person added nothing to it. | Donna Leon | ||
| ab69243 | I've been thinking that of late - she said. - Thinking what? - That the world of Henry James is becoming very small for me. | Donna Leon | ||
| cb1ed04 | Brunetti asked, surprised how painful he still found the thought of his mother. He had tried for the last year, with singular lack of success, to tell himself that his mother, that bright-spirited woman who had raised them and loved them with unqualified devotion, had moved off to some other place, where she waited, still quickwitted and eager to smile, for that befuddled shell that was her body to come and join her so that they could drift.. | Donna Leon | ||
| ed57596 | locked his fingers on the arm of his | Donna Leon | ||
| 07d1799 | If anything, the spirit that drove him now was fiercer, but there was no denying the diminishing powers of his body. He | Donna Leon | ||
| 28183b3 | Brunetti shrugged. They believed him to be a member of the community of scholars...'Community of Scholars," she repeated , "It would make the chickens laugh" | Donna Leon |