yes she was so careful and delicate with words and smiles (she wouldn’t just give them away like any old trifling thing, because she was sad, it was true, as most of us were then, like Madeline when she found her lover, brilliant Courtney, lying on the floor among pill bottles and a smack-tarnished spoon, glowing and rank like a dead Gulliver among the thronging Lilliputians, or rather Lindsey’s sadness was not so severe as that, it was more melancholy and slow, adagio sostenuto like the third movement of Beethoven’s twenty-ninth piano sonata, which is to say that she walked shrouded in a great sloping nocturnal cape made of earth).
But I wanted Lindsey to live dangerously..."
-RB
response:
define danger.
1 comment:
Sincerity.
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