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There's circus and mermaids and mystery, I'm intrigued.

Totally bored and skimming pages at this point. Why should I be interested in someone else's miserable life? I reallllly don't like weak characters.

“School is shortened, discipline relaxed, philosophies, histories, languages dropped, English and spelling gradually neglected, finally almost completely ignored. Life is immediate, the job counts, pleasure lies all about after work. Why learn anything save pressing buttons, pulling switches, fitting nuts and bolts?”

“This web of lies was growing so convoluted, so branching, and so delicate that a moth’s fart might knock it to pieces”

“She’d sworn I was as dark and wild as any child “born on the wrong side of the porch,” which I took to be another way of calling me a bastard, so I poked her in the eye.” Excerpt From: Allison, Dorothy. “Bastard out of Carolina.”

“History is that which is agreed upon by mutual consent. That’s how life goes on—protected by the silence that anesthetizes shame.” Excerpt From: Stedman, M.L. “The Light Between Oceans.” This material may be protected by copyright.

Smell was like the wormhole connecting you to the other parts of your life. Memories of smell didn’t fade, and they short-circuited your entire psychology—they didn’t tunnel through endless experience or get loaded down by any part of your conscious mind. They stitched you instantly and fully to your other times, without regard to sequence. It was the closest thing to time travel on this earth.

Sometimes a man enjoys a symphony. Elsetimes he finds a jig more suited to his taste. The same holds true for lovemaking. One type is suited to the deep cushions of a twilight forest glade. Another comes quite naturally tangled in the sheets of narrow beds upstairs in inns. Each woman is like an instrument, waiting to be learned, loved, and finely played, to have at last her own true music made.