“…i wonder if i’ll ever be able to have what i like or if my tastes are too various to be sustained by one of anything….or are all of my occasionally romances to fall to the ground after a month or so, like the jacaranda flowers? i always seem to end up with these irishmen, drinking strong spirits, having to resist actors who know what i like, however delicate and flimsy it may be.” (p.38)
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