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This is a devastating novel. I dont think how heart breaking this was the first time I read it.

I bought the Bandini quartet and am rereading Ask the Dust.

She would come back. It would be at night. I never thought of her as a thing to be considered by daylight. The many times I had seen her, none had been in the day. I excepted her like i expected the moon.

Nobody got that many letters from Hackmuth, nobody but me, and I used to take them out and read them over, and kiss them. I’d stand before Hackmuth’s picture crying out of both eyes, telling him he picked a good one this time, a great one, a Bandini, Arturo Bandini, me.