Now maybe I wouldn't do it, but I was a child then," said Oryx more softly. "Why are you so angry?"

"I don't buy it," said Jimmy. Where was her rage, how far down was it buried, what did he have to do to dig it up?

"You don't buy what?"

"Your whole fucking story. All this sweetness and acceptance and crap."

"If you don't want to buy that, Jimmy," said Oryx, looking at him tenderly, "what is it that you would like to buy instead?" (167)

Autore: Margaret Atwood

Now maybe I wouldn't do it, but I was a child then," said Oryx more softly. "Why are you so angry?"<br /><br /> "I don't buy it," said Jimmy. Where was her rage, how far down was it buried, what did he have to do to dig it up?<br /><br /> "You don't buy what?"<br /><br /> "Your whole fucking story. All this sweetness and acceptance and crap."<br /><br /> "If you don't want to buy that, Jimmy," said Oryx, looking at him tenderly, "what is it that you would like to buy instead?" (167) - Margaret Atwood

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