They were playing old Bob Dylan, more than perfect for narrow Village streets close to Christmas and the snow whirling down in big feathery flakes, the kind of winter where you want to be walking down a city street with your arm around a girl like on...
It’s a long story. I’ll make it short as I can.
La belleza es terror. Temblamos ante todo lo que llamamos bello.
Es muy ruso quejarse continuamente de lo mal que van las cosas. Si la vida te va bien, cállatelo. No vayas a tentar al diablo...
Sometimes we want what we want even if we know it’s going to kill us.
Minie balls and repeating rifles. That was why the body count was so high. We had trench warfare in America way before WW1. p128
But despite the gloss and sparkle of the job (champagne breakfasts, gift bags from Bergdorf's) the hours were long and there was a hollowness at the heart of it that-I knew-made her sad.
