
Love and Death on Long Island: A Novel

rarefaction
Gilbert Adair • Love and Death on Long Island: A Novel
glissading,
Gilbert Adair • Love and Death on Long Island: A Novel
But having found myself once more in the mental posture with which I was perversely most at ease – that of being alone in apprehending the mark of beauty where it is least to be expected – I was determined to savour for a moment this unsummoned windfall.
Gilbert Adair • Love and Death on Long Island: A Novel
synecdoche
Gilbert Adair • Love and Death on Long Island: A Novel
This bronzed boy looked as though he must smell of freshly baked bread.
Gilbert Adair • Love and Death on Long Island: A Novel
scurrilous
Gilbert Adair • Love and Death on Long Island: A Novel
By very definition, said Chesterton, our memories are of what we have forgotten.