He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him,
Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. Goopes said that we must distinguish
between sincerity and irony, which was often indeed no more than sincerity at
the sublimated level. ’
‘Yes, that’s what I’m talking about,’ Gerald said. She had never
thought of him at all in that way before. I knew it. Shari’s head poked out of the bathroom
where she had been preoccupied with preparations for
her morning shower. She saw herself begin a slow, sinuous
dance: and stop suddenly in the middle of a figure, conscious that the dance was
not impromptu, her own, but native—the same dance she had quitted but a few
minutes gone. "
"That's better. It is a lovely little appendage to
the mother who smiles over it, and it does things quaintly like her, gestures with
her very gestures. She had never been so happy to
vomit.
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