Tagged: short stories.
April 30th, 2010
“In a genuine tragedy there is no hero to die finally, but the stage itself falls apart, beginning at the edges.” - Elliot Perlman, “A Tale in Two Cities”, the reasons I won’t be coming

“In a genuine tragedy there is no hero to die finally, but the stage itself falls apart, beginning at the edges.”

- Elliot Perlman, “A Tale in Two Cities”, the reasons I won’t be coming

∞01:48 am, by quiet-time ∩3
[perlman] [short stories]
There is some kind of code of etiquette for sleeping with someone for the first time but it is constantly changing and I never knew it in the first place. Do you keep any clothes on, even if only for a little while? Can the temperature of the room be taken into account? If you disrobe too quickly, does it look presumptuous or crassly eager? You have to feign at least a little surprise at being in this position with someone when you’ve never known them this way before. On the other hand, you have to behave as if you’re under the influence of the other person’s body with an insatiable hunger to know their soft and hidden parts, as though this person was the apotheosis of everyone you had ever lusted after.
Elliot Perlman, “Good Morning Again”, the reasons I won’t be coming

∞01:42 am, by quiet-time ∩2
[perlman] [short stories]
April 28th, 2010
He stays by the window, remembering. They had laughed. They had leaned on each other and laughed until the tears had come, while everything else - the cold, and where he’d go in it - was outside, for a while anyway.
Raymond Carver, “Everything Stuck To Him”

∞02:55 pm, by quiet-time
[carver] [short stories] [literature]