He felt like a bottle that is being slowly filled with warm, dirty warter.
Nathanael WestHe thought of how calm he was. His calm was so perfect that he could not destroy it even by being conscious of it.
Nathanael WestHe felt as though his heart were a bomb, a complicated bomb that would result in a simple explosion, wrecking the world without rocking it.
Nathanael WestBut the romantic atmosphere only heightened his feeling of icy fatness.
Nathanael WestLike a dead man, only friction could make him warm or violence make him mobile.
Nathanael WestThe way to be gay is to make other people gay," Miss Lonelyhearts said. "Sleep with me and I'll be one gay dog.
Nathanael WestHe smoked a cigarette, standing in the dark and listening to her undress. She made sea sounds; something flapped like a sail; there was the creak of ropes; then he heard the wave-against-a-wharf smack of rubber on flesh. Her call for him to hurry was a sea-moan, and when he lay beside her, she heaved, tidal, moon-driven.
Nathanael WestCrowds of people moved through the streets with a dream-like violence.
Nathanael WestHe read it for the same reason an animal tears at a wounded foot: to hurt the pain.
Nathanael WestTags: pain
Faye burst into the room. She ignored Homer and went straight to the couch.
Now what in hell's the matter?" she exploded.
Darling daughter," he said. "I have been badly taken, and this gentleman has been kind enough to let me rest for a moment."
He had a fit or something," Homer said.
She whirled around on him so suddenly that he was startled.
How do you do?" she said, holding her hand forward and high up.
He shook it gingerly.
Charmed," she said, when he mumbled something.
She spun around once more.
It's my heart," Harry said. "I can't stand it.
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