Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Daily Dose

From London Fields, by Martin Amis


"Everything was going perfectly normally or acceptably but he was finding it impossible to meet her eye.  He could point his face in the right direction, and try to will himself into her looming gaze.  At one juncture he made it as far as her bare shoulder before his vision went veering off to some arbitrary point on the bookcase, the carpet, his own shoes."

From Chapter 13: Little Did They Know

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