Sublime

The way she pitched it, screwing Flamingo wasn’t adultery so much as it was a continuing education investment in pleasing his wife.

those sounds without language that weak people make against their will.

and secretly I hope I have the bruise for the rest of my life.

commuters without jobs who never arrived at any workplace.

Presenting himself was a rapscallion of the most exuberate sort.

like to toy with human thought like boys toy with beetles.

It had the mishmashed look of a Hollywood studio back lot from a hundred years before: a jumble of sets and characters, all of them looking for the thread of a grand narrative to unite them.