Wednesday, February 26, 2020

the last book I ever read (Station Eleven: A Novel by Emily St. John Mandel, excerpt one)

from Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel:

“Jesus Christ,” Edgar said. “Oh Jesus.” He’d dropped the British accent he’d been using earlier and now sounded as if he were from Alabama, which in fact he was. Gloucester had pulled away the gauze bandage that had covered half his face—by this point in the play his character’s eyes had been put out—and seemed frozen in place, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.

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