This is one of my occasional participations in David Abram’s Sunday Sentence project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”
“Of course all altruism was in some way selfish.”
Source: The Great Believers by Rebecca Makkai
This is one of my occasional participations in David Abrams’ Sunday Sentence project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”
At the end of every long, large Saturday-night party in the suburb of Shady Hill, when almost everyone who was going to play golf or tennis in the morning had gone home hours ago and the ten or twelve people remaining seemed powerless to bring the evening to an end although the gin and whiskey were running low, and here or there a woman who was sitting out her husband would have begun to drink milk; when everybody had lost track of time, and the baby-sitters who were waiting at home for these diehards would have long since stretched out on the sofa and fallen into a deep sleep to dream about cooking-contest prizes, ocean voyages, and romance; when the bellicose drunk, the crapshooter, the pianist, and the woman faced with the expiration of her hopes had all expressed themselves; when every proposal–to go to the Farquarson’s for breakfast, to go swimming, to go and wake up the Townsends, to go here and go there–died as soon as it was made, then Trace Bearden would begin to chide Cash Bentley about his age and thinning hair.
Source: “O Youth And Beauty” by John Cheever
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