She mentioned, with familiar respect, Christ and Buddha and Shelley and Nietzsche and Plato. He pushed her back forcefully into her seat with his lips, his body automatically responding to her kiss. She dragged the broken bottle across her carotid artery, creating an inch-deep gash upon her throat. Martin’s crush. He went into the study and sat down at his table, but not to write. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her, echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. For nothing they kiss.
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