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"He has never seen you naked and now you are."

The question is the story itself, and whether or not it means something is not for the story to tell.

A luxurious feast indeed . . .
Salted fish roe, fried sausage, braised pigs' feet, stewed shark fin, soft-shelled turtle, sea snail soup, steamed crab over sticky rice, followed by a lush stir-fry of carefully selected vegetables, meat, and seafood. Desserts were almond tofu and something called Eight Treasures Rice, a pudding of sweet glutinous rice, dried fruits, and read bean paste.

There are little scorpions too, with delicate pincers and tiny, probing tails. The geckos eat them, snatching them up and crunching through the crisp black shells with their narrow, reptilian jaws.

Let them not denigrate the world, for there are those whose chance to see it has not yet come.

And so around its track
This thing called the heart winds,
A little clockwork train
To entertain our minds.
[Le Tellier quoting Fernando Pessoa]

If this were a game of Happy Families, then he could have been the youngest of the Karamazov brothers.

I wanted to pinpoint the moment just after that instant, unfounded attraction, the fraction of time when anonymous desire gives way to specific tenderness, when the attraction of a face is replaced by the sweet pleasures of memories.

It fascinates him to see her do something so vulgar with such nonchalance that it's almost elegant.

It felt as if time had taken a step to one side, a divergence as fine as a crack in the glaze on porcelain.

Pigheaded, with an astonishingly limited capacity for self-examination.

The club of the sudden odor of roses.