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Very descriptive

“I am flatterable, and obnoxiously disarmed by praise.”

So beautifully written.

NO WORDS

“Seneca said grief should last no longer than seven years. Anything more was indulgent.”

God, the intentional and long-full yearning between Roya and Leila…

RIP Orkideh, Cyrus’s reaction to this is all but familiar.

Oh my god.

221 / 222: Cyrus……dude. Taking a low blow @ your beloved Zee is extremely disappointing let alone heartbreaking.

“At that final beat, matter, Zee squinted at Cyrus, cocking his head. He tried to reconcile the words he’d just heard with the image of the man he quietly loved, the gentle writer with whom he’d just spent years swinging from joy to joy, despair to despair.. “

“Heaven’s vengeance will not forget.
Shrink, tyrant, from my fire,
and tremble,”

Them pretending to drink the imaginary sips of coffee 🥲

Cyrus talking about his father finally being able to rest once he sent him off to college reminded me of my dad passing the year after my high school graduation and going into college. Wow.

Cyrus apologized for basically trauma dumping on her.

Orkideh’s response: “No, no, it’s beautiful. It’s exactly what I’m here for.” Orkideh smiled after dabbing her eyes as she gestured towards her gallery title.

Cyrus, my beloved….Zee WILL be mad at you forever.

Kareem cooked with his monologue on losing things you love here >>>

Orkideh changing Cyrus’s perspective yet again, which is enchanting to see.

(into pg. 113)
“Fashion is a capitalist weapon,” Zee smirked when asked about them, and before long it became impossible to imagine him wearing anything else on his feet. Cyrus’s sneakers seemed to him a quieter political cousin to Zee’s Crocs, and he liked not having to think about what to put on his feet. A martyr wears simple footwear, he thought to himself.”

“But Cyrus’s true love, his bedrock, his soulmate, was alcohol. Alcohol didn’t demand monogamy like opiates or meth. Alcohol demanded only that you came back home to it at the end of the night.”

“Her husband, her family, her friends—everyone she knew in Iran was cynical, believing that to hope was ignorant, even murderously naive. But tomorrow would be better than today. For the first time in ages, she really believed that.”

“Giovanni‘s face swings before me like an unexpected lantern on a dark, dark night. His eyes—his eyes, they glow like a tiger’s eyes, they stare straight out, watching the approach of his last enemy, the hair of his flesh stands up. I cannot read what is in his eyes: if it is terror, then I have ever seen terror. If it is anguish, then anguish has never laid hands on me.”