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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. ↗
What shall we do, all of us? All of us oassionate girls who fear crushing the boys we love with our mouths like caverns of teeth, our mushrooming brains, our watermelon hearts? ↗
Of course, fashions come and go but metrosexuality isn’t a fashion – it’s an epoch. It represents a fundamental shift in what men are allowed to be and to want. Men are now permitted to be ‘passive’ – inviting our gaze. ↗
But Rose? While I'm fine with you two dating and being happy, please try not to brake his heart too much when the time comes. ↗
He'd written me up a proposal of why dating him was a sound decision. It had included things like "I'll give up cigarettes unless I really, really need one" and "I'll unleash romantic surprises every week, such as: an impromptu picnic, roses, or a trip to Paris—but not actually any of those things because now they're not surprises. ↗
For a long while we just stood there, looking down at the profound and fleshless grin. The body had apparently once lain in the attitude of an embrace, but now the long sleep that outlasts love, that conquers even the grimace of love, had cuckolded him. What was left of him, rotted beneath what was left of the nightshirt, had become inextricable from the bed in which he lay; and upon him and upon the pillow beside him lay that even coating of the patient and biding dust. Then we noticed that in the second pillow was the indentation of a head. One of us lifted something from it, and leaning forward, that faint and invisible dust dry and acrid in the nostrils, we saw a long strand of iron-grey hair. ↗
Rose: 'If you are an alien, how come you sound like you're from the north?' Doctor: 'Lots of planets have a north! ↗
