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Carol
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“In Stella’s opinion, marriage had flung her friend into a premature matronhood that seemed like some smug assumption of the veil. Nadine, on the other hand, saw Stella as perversely embracing a future of promiscuity and ultimately solitude. This disparity of vision was to prompt a gradual distancing…. Monthly messages would give way to an occasional exchange of letters and eventually to the ritual Christmas card.”
— Jan 04, 2026 06:01PM
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Carol
is on page 192 of 217
She selects the seals and writes a message on the back which may or may not stir in Nadine a memory of a conversation they once had, way back, time out of mind ago, when they were quite other people, when all the roads lay open, when choice was so prodigal that it held no terrors.
— Jan 05, 2026 06:13PM
Carol
is on page 166 of 217
It is moth-eaten, this fabric of the past. But Stella’s moth holes do not coincide with Judith’s moth holes, it would seem. Of course not. Unreliable witnesses, all of us. We select the evidence, or something does.
— Jan 05, 2026 05:33PM
Carol
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’Don’t need to be much of a detective to know you’ve spent time out of this country,’ the removal foreman had said, perched on a pile of cases with a mug of tea in his hand, watching one of his henchmen carry in the big khelim rug, the Turkish brass tray. ‘And all these books. Dead give-away.’ He sat upon three book boxes, his feet upon another. He did not specify what it was that was given away….
— Jan 05, 2026 02:24PM
Carol
is on page 74 of 217
The old and the young are washed to the margins of life — unessential and dependent. They share only the opportunity for untrammeled observation.
— Jan 04, 2026 07:27PM
Carol
is on page 6 of 217
Real life continues here, beneath the surface gloss of brown signs inviting departure from the main roads….People are still growing things and selling them and providing one another with services…. Most of them spend much of their time in one place, contemplating the same view, locked in communion with those they see every day. For some this is a stranglehold; others are more fortunate.
— Jan 04, 2026 05:43PM
