Deborah Levy

but he lived in hope because, as he told Jurgen, what else was there to live in?

His lips were warm and they were on hers. She was kissing Mick Jagger and he was devouring her like a wolf or something fierce but soft as well and definitely not calm. He was telling her she was so so everything. She moved even closer and then he stopped talking.

His lips were warm and they were on hers. She was kissing Mick Jagger and he was devouring her like a wolf or something fierce but soft as well and definitely not calm. He was telling her she was so so everything. She moved even closer and then he stopped talking.

His lips were warm and they were on hers. She was kissing Mick Jagger and he was devouring her like a wolf or something fierce but soft as well and definitely not calm. He was telling her she was so so everything. She moved even closer and then he stopped talking

heat outside was so fierce

There were many modern and apparently powerful women I knew who had made a home for everyone else, but did not feel at home in their family home.

they knew about the concert I had messed up three weeks ago while playing Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto No. 2 and how I had walked off the stage in Vienna

She seemed to be about my age, thirty-four, and like me she was wearing a tightly belted green raincoat.

No, Elsa M. Anderson is not in a trance when she plays, she is in flight.

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