![]() ![]() Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next day had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue.” “Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. Many of these descriptions had to do with the life of the mind, as here: “I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. ![]() The book is simply chock-full of descriptions, similes and metaphors that are tiny poems hidden in plain view. An amazing book for so very many reasons, but the two things that made the biggest impression on me were the beautiful writing and the commentary on the place of women in society. ![]()
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