by John Updike
““At one point, she turned to him and said, 'Darley, I know what was wrong with us. I'm classic, and you're baroque.'”
“At one point, she turned to him and said, 'Darley, I know what was wrong with us. I'm classic, and you're baroque.'”
““And the child's miniature body did adhere to his chest and arms, though more weakly than the infants he had presumed to call his own. Nobody belongs to us, except in memory.”
“And the child's miniature body did adhere to his chest and arms, though more weakly than the infants he had presumed to call his own. Nobody belongs to us, except in memory.”
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