It is not meant to be won, it is meant to be continuous...to keep the very structure of society intact.

Stage 13 was, then, a toy shop, a magic chest, a sorcerer’s trunk, a trick manufactory, and an aerial hangar of dreams at the center of which Roy stood each day, waving his long piano fingers at mythic beasts to stir them, whispering, in the ten-billion-year slumbers.

Stop beaten around the Bush, and start clearing within it

that since Cecilia’s suicide, the Lisbons could hardly wait for night to forget themselves in sleep.

Written By Jeffrey Eugenides

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