Thursday, June 6, 2024

the last book I ever read (The Hours: A Novel by Michael Cunningham, excerpt four)

from The Hours: A Novel by Michael Cunningham:

Barbara offers a blank expression that Clarissa understands is meant as a smile. Barbara is forty or so, a pale, ample woman who came to New York to sing opera. Something about her face—the square jaw or the stern, inexpressive eyes—reminds you that people looked essentially the same a hundred years ago.

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