Cyril about Charles Avery:'Charles was a banker. He was quite rich but he was always cheating on his taxes. He went to prison a few times for it. And when he was younger he always had a string of wome...
Con los árboles pasaba todo lo contrario que con las personas: éstas, cuanto mayores eran, más pequeñas parecían volverse. Con los árboles, funcionaba al revés.
You were never a real Avery, he hissed. You know that, don’t you?I do, I said.But Christ on a bike, you came close. You came damned close.
Those people … well, they’re not people at all,
The notion that he had a life outside our life, outside our friendship, was deeply hurtful to me.
Que uno contemple el cielo por la noche no lo convierte en astrónomo.
In that direction only pain lies.
Bruno.
Bruno. He
«Al mal tiempo, buena cara.»
The past is the past. Here we have a fresh beginning, but let that beginning start tomorrow.
Imagination
Floor,
Continued
Why do they hate us so much anyway?’ I asked after a lengthy pause. ‘If they’re not queer themselves, then what does it matter to them if someone else is?’ ‘I remember a friend of mine once telling me...
When he closed his eyes, everything around him just felt empty and cold, as if he was in the loneliest place in the world. The middle of nowhere.
What exactly was the difference? he wondered to himself. And who decided which people wore the striped pyjamas and which people wore the uniforms?
My mother was Evelin’s Hartford, said Maude, as if this would mean something to one or the other of us. So you know, she simply adored chairs.
I’m asking you, if we’re not Jews, what are we instead?’ ‘We’re the opposite,
I married up several times. And then across once or twice. And then beneath me. I never quite found the right level somehow. Perhaps I should have married diagonally or in a slightly curved direction.