rambling&meandering

"As he meanders around the room, he asks himself what exactly he’d hoped for from tonight. Up to now, he’d been pretending that he wasn’t hoping for anything; he’d volunteered for this detail in a kind of deliberate trance, turning as it were a blind eye to himself, all self-critical faculties switched off. Even tonight, his grousing to Halley about what a chore and an imposition it was had been on one level quite sincere. It’s only now, when it’s crystal clear nothing is going to happen, that his hopes become unavoidable, materializing in the form of jags of disappointment at the same time that they appear, in the cold light of day, preposterous, fantastical, na├»ve."

- Paul Murray, “Skippy Dies,” 186-7.

May 8

"These days he can hardly take a step without falling down a trapdoor into his own past."

- Paul Murray, “Skippy Dies,” 190

May 17
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and summer was gone
Sep 26

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and summer was gone

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