The Book: god of small things
The mood: Defensive
The day: Pretty much empty, no task linedup.
Some lines stayed with me long after I finished reading the book.
Nothing mattered much. Nothing much mattered.
Various kinds of despair competed for primacy. And that personal despair could never be desperate enough.
The emptiness in one twin was only a version of the quietness in the other. That the two thing fitted together. Like stacked spoons.
Friday, April 27, 2012
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