Tombs were desecrated, beautiful
statues toppled, and the colorful shops that she had been
enchanted by along the canal had been closed or burned. She was aware of
people—her aunt, her father, her fellow-students, friends, and neighbors—
moving about outside this glowing secret, very much as an actor is aware of the
dim audience beyond the barrier of the footlights. A neat tale, giving little away. Then she glanced at the cards again, over which her aunt’s
many-ringed hand played, and then at the rather weak, rather plump face that
surveyed its operations. In a little
while he and she were talking quite easily and agreeably. “Lord!” she said. We have that gift. “Another young woman, I suppose,” he said, “who knows better than her
Maker about her place in the world. “Because I know for a fact that she was having sex
with Gary Rothko during homecoming Freshman year
and she let him pork her up the ass. She saw herself building up a life upon that
—a life restrained, kindly, beautiful, a little pathetic and altogether dignified; a
life of great disciplines and suppressions and extensive reserves. He parried without apparent effort. One of the reasons why I
decline to talk is this: that boy's punishment will be enough. The Well Hole.
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