Sublime

hale

‘over the water’

wen.

She accepts many things about him, like the fact that he lives by a collection of axioms of his making: Home can be a memory, rivers are more reliable than roads, and the ground keeps problems in. She accepts he will never be like the fathers she reads about, strong-minded and determined, wearing suits and cracking knuckles. She accepts that withou

She’d wandered through the house, admiring the long white couches and marble countertops and the giant glass windows that faded into a view of the beach. She couldn’t imagine living like this—hanging on a cliff, exposed by glass. But maybe the rich didn’t feel a need to hide. Maybe wealth was the freedom to reveal yourself.

noblesse oblige,

of The Art of Simple Food by Chez Panisse founder Alice Waters lined the wall behind the bar.

Water was always on its way somewhere bigger, according to Wallace. “Nothing’s bigger than the ocean, though,” Marian told him. “The sky is,” said Wallace.