She felt that at some point she must finally and formally talk to Louisa about Hubert, and ask her to acknowledge that the worst possible thing had happened to her as well.
Alan HollinghurstStichwörter: grief
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face.
Alan HollinghurstThere was the noise itself, which he thought of vaguely as the noise of classical music, sameish and rhetorical, full of feelings people surely never had
Alan HollinghurstStichwörter: music
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, shaken into funny groans by the bump of each step as he hurried down.
Alan HollinghurstStichwörter: children childhood
Paul was blandness itself, just tinged with pink.
Alan Hollinghurst...but he felt the relief of being alone as well...the forgotten solitude which measures and verifies the strength of an affair, and which, being temporary, is a kind of pleasure.
Alan HollinghurstIt was the time of year when the atmosphere streamed with unexpected hints and memories, and a paradoxical sense of renewal.
Alan HollinghurstHe wanted pure compliments, just as he wanted unconditional love.
Alan HollinghurstStichwörter: growing-up love happy sad insecurity insecure line-of-beauty
He somehow saw that to her being drunk had its whole long sentimental history, whereas to him it was a freakish novelty.
Alan HollinghurstDelight is délice, délit is a misdemeanour'
'Well, it's bloody close...'
'Well, they often are....
Stichwörter: sin french english forbidden-fruit
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