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It is the demon, youth, that sustains him. Curious, resilient, savage in its hunger for experience. 'Ah, Youth!' is the story's refrain.

Thelonious Monk- 'Round Midnight'

Afterwards she said, 'You play the dotted notes like a jazz musician.' It was a rebuke he took as praise.

He relaxed a little when she almost fumbled over a run of notes, a private game of mischievous Mozart.

He smelled of lemony cologne. That day he was free of acne. There was something indefinably unwholesome about him. Something lean and snakelike.

eyelashes as thick and dark as prison bars

At school he lived the mental life of a dog chained to a constant present.

Roland had once capsized on that River Orwell, a lovely blue from a distance, an open sewer up close.

'Three young heads brimming with goodness and courage sliced from their bodies.'

Memories had a long half-life.