It was pleasant for a while, and then for some reason it began to go wrong. An edge came to the evening. Sonny felt it long before anything was said.
—Larry McMurtry, The Last Picture Show, Liveright, 2018 (1966)
Hoje em dia já ninguém lá vai, aquilo está cheio de gente
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“It don’t do to think about things like that too much. If she was here now I’d probably be crazy agin in about five minutes. Ain’t that ridiculous?”
A half-hour later, when they had gathered up the gear and were on the way to town, he answered his own question.
“It ain’t really,” he said “Being crazy about a woman like her’s always the right thing to do. Being a decrepit old bag of bones is what’s ridiculous.”
—Larry McMurtry, The Last Picture Show, Liveright, 2018 (1966)
But there was something fresh about Mrs. Popper’s mouth, as if what was left of the softness and beauty she was said to have had as a girl still lingered there. Sonny was mute. Suddenly he wanted Mrs. Popper and he didn’t have the slightest idea what to do about it.
—Larry McMurtry, The Last Picture Show, Liveright, 2018 (1966)
No one answered the doorbell, so they went on in. Lights were on and there was girls’ coats and boys’ coats and glasses and liquor bottles all around, but no people. A Dave Brubeck album was lying next to the phonograph.
—Larry McMurtry, The Last Picture Show, Liveright, 2018 (1966)
Whether the internet does or does not make us happy or satisfied with life, there is one respect in which the balance is definitely in the negative, and this by a sizeable margin. The internet has becoming the hunting ground for a community individuals intent on fleeing the vulnerable and the desperate.
—Robin Dunbar, Friends, Little Brown, 2021