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Don’t you think we’re going to go to hell for this?” asked Lissa. He reached out and touched her face, trailing his fingers along her cheek and neck and down to the top of her silky shirt. She breathed heavily at that touch, at the way it could be so gentle and small, yet evoke such a strong passion within her. “For this?” He played with the shirt’s edge, letting his finger just barely brush inside of it. “No,” she laughed. “For this.” She gestured around the attic. “This is a church. We shouldn’t be doing this kind of, um, thing up here.” “Not true,” he argued. Gently, he pushed her onto her back and leaned over her. “The church is downstairs. This is just storage. God won’t mind. ↗
About time," Christian said. "Lissa and Adrian get the market share on worrying about you, but they're not the only ones. And someone needs to put Adrian in his place, you know. I can't do it all the time." "Thanks. It kills me to say this, but I missed you too. No one's sarcasm compares to yours in Russia. ↗
Come on! Don't hold back," Christian said. "I'm not, " Lissa protested. "You are too! I've seen you knock on a door harder than you're hitting me. " "That's a ridiculous metaphor. " "And, " he added, "you aren't aiming for my face. " "I don't want to leave a mark!" "Well, at the rate we're going, there's no danger of that, " he muttered ↗
Like vanishing dew, a passing apparition or the sudden flash of lightning -- already gone -- thus should one regard one's self. ↗
#ozymandias #self #transience #wind #zen
When he was dry, he believed it was alcohol he needed, but when he had a few drinks in him, he knew it was something else, possibly a woman; and when he had it all -- cash, booze, and a wife -- he couldn't be distracted from the great emptiness that was always falling through him and never hit the ground. ↗
When Maimonides says that the Messiah will come but that 'he may tarry,' we see the origin of every Jewish shrug from Spinoza to Woody Allen. ↗
Se non fossi così psicopatica, frequentarti sarebbe divertente." "Curioso, io penso la stessa cosa di te. ↗
È foie gras" disse Christian. Sul volto aveva un sorrisetto che non mi piaceva affatto. Lo squadrai con circospezione. "Cos'è?" "Non lo sai?" Il tono della sua voce era impertinente, e per una volta nella vita, mi diede l'impressione di essere un vero reale, che dispensava le sue conoscenze elitarie a noi subalterni. Scrollò le spalle. "Provalo." Lissa sospirò, esasperata. "È fegato d'oca." Ritrassi la mano di scatto. La cameriera passò oltre, e Christian rise. Lo fulminai con lo sguardo. ↗
