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“She felt sorry for him; often her pity left her defenseless when he wasn’t suffering at all and she merely thought of him in connection with some object which to her mind stood for her own past despair: a washbasin with cracked enamel, a tiny electric hot plate, blackened by boiled-over milk.”

“everything in her life had conspired to inculcate a kind of love that remains fixated on a particular irreplaceable object.”

So engrossed by the introduction that I missed my 14th street stop and popped up at W4th (as the NYU postmodernists intended)