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“Then came the most exquisite moment of her whole life”

ok we’re back

no matter how much worse this gets I’m probably still gonna give it 3 stars for confirming Jean was in love with Kevin but whatever

girl-

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this was in the beginning but before I forget: "Skip's Museum was a museum of mortal remains - of endoskeletons and exoskeletons - of shells, coral, bone, cartilage, and chiton- of dottles and orts and residua of souls long gone. Most of the specimens were those a child - presumably skip- could find easily on the beaches and in the woods of Newport" page 19 just wanted to say <3

"Some day on Titan, it will be revealed to you just how ruthlessly I've been used, and by whom, and to what disgusting paltry end." WELL!

maybe my yearly kurt vonnegut read will help with the depression after assassin's quest? i can't think of what else to do.

"He took my life from me."

i'm going to kms

alright let's see what this one does

I always forget that going from the titled school year chapters to the war dated chapters is just as jarring and chilling when the titles go from the war chapters to armistice just the years

anyways it's finally time to listen to "meet me in the woods" and "out of the woods" spoiler alert: they don't make it out of the woods, they never make it out of the woods

i was promised narratively-important hallways

it's over. it's never been more over than it is now. it's more over than was previously thought possible.

Every time I reread I find it crazier and crazier that we went this entire book thinking Kevin would be the love interest.... that was on us! it's all here

hello again

Well we sure are getting passage of time. Like literally. Passageway of time.

”Mr. Ramsay, stumbling along a passage one dark morning, stretched his arms out, but Mrs. Ramsay having died rather suddenly the night before, his arms, though stretched out, remained empty.”

So curious about those well-locked houses
The minds of those we know- to enter softly
And steal from floor to floor up shadowy stairways,
From room to quiet room, from wall to wall
to learn what ghosts are there,-
Suppose for once I set my door wide open
And bid you in... Suppose I try to tell you
The secrets of this house, and how I live here;
Suppose I tell you who I am in fact

you were laughing when the lights went out.......
I recall it all forever how it found us where we lay with our arms around each other in the latter days

Going There
"Of course it was a disaster.
That unbearable, dearest secret
has always been a disaster.
The danger when we try to leave.
Going over and over afterward
what we should have done
instead of what we did.
But for those short times
we seemed to be alive. Misled,
misused, lied to and cheated,
certainly. Still, for that
little while, we visited
our possible life."
- Jack Gilbert