Chapter 25

• “the eggs had broken on the floor, there was orange juice and shattered glass.”
• “It pleased me that she was willing to lie for me, even in such a small thing, even for her own advantage. It was a link between us.”
• cutting with a convulsive jerk of the hands. Was it arthritis, creeping up? Or some blitzkrieg, some kamikaze, committed on the swelling genitalia of the flowers?”
• knitting away at her endless Angel scarves, turning out more and more yards of intricate and useless wool people: her form of procreation, it must be.”
• “To be asked to play Scrabble, instead, as if we were an old married couple, or two children, seemed kinky in the extreme, a violation too in its own way.”
• “If there’s to be a bargain, the terms of exchange must be set forth.”
• “Who else could I show it to? He said, and there it was again, that sadness.”
• “Butter, he said, musing. That’s very clever. Butter. He laughed. I could have slapped him.”
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  “There is something subversive about this garden of Serena’s, a sense of buried things bursting upwards, wordlessly, into the light
• It wasn’t the first time he gave evidence of being truly ignorant of the real conditions under which we lived.
• “For him, I must remember, I am only a whim.”