Sublime

But how could Lynne be mad enough for that? Mad enough to never speak to Csilla again? She’s too old for terminal scenes and door-slamming, she can’t work up the self-righteous indignation. You’re dead to me is what the younger generation might say. But Csilla is far from dead to her. Csilla is in fact part of her. The huge plastic watch, the white

schizoid

callous

Maggie began to show her the way in which the world was webbed; how nothing lived in isolation.

‘Manuscripts don’t burn’,

munificent

garderobe.”