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From Autumn, by Ali Smith

WHAT'S WRONG

"What's wrong? she said. Are you scared? He told her no. He told her a blatant lie. He told her he had been thinking about Mozart and how young and broken he'd been when he died, and how light the music, and that had moved him to tears. I see, she said in the doorway."

From 3

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From Winter, by Ali Smith

HE

"He addresses the flower monsters through a mouth he can himself no longer open, stony and shut, his hands pressed palm to palm as if glued like that, like he once saw a hypnotist on TV make people do to see how susceptible they'd be to the techniques of hypnosis.

He is so fucking susceptible."

From page 152

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From Autumn, by Ali Smith

ONE MIGHT

"One might imagine it'd be unpleasant, being sealed in a tree. One might imagine, ah, pining. But the scent lightens despair. It's perhaps a little like wearing a coat of armour except much nicer, because the armour is made of a substance through which years themselves, formative, have run."

From Chapter Two