The experience of heartbreak can be acted upon in many ways. I could investigate every last paranoid detail. I could let the pain pierce my heart and go into deep freeze. I could cry for ever and a day, I could take any chosen form of revenge, I could continue to watch in silence, dumbfounded for life. None is less permissible than the rest, but ( Read more... )

From The Pale King:

"I felt like I'd ticked him off and sort of drove him away when I asked him if he'd be in here doing the intense tête-à-tête thing with me if I was fat and cross-eyes. Like that it ticked him off, or that he'd finally decided I was so cynical and suspicious of men only being interested in me because of the prettiness thing that ( Read more... )

The Well of Loneliness:
"She craved with a wellnigh insatiable craving, she feared with a wellnigh intolerable terror--not the devil, she was brave with him when in her cups, but God in the person of Christ the Redeemer. Like a whipped cur she crawled to the foot of the Cross, without courage, without faith, without hope of mercy. Outraged by her ( Read more... )

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