“We’re standing in his garden and he is cradling some oily nuts and bolts in his hand. The sprinkler system he set up in our yard is filling the air with a thin mist. He has called his device the mister-mister ."
"Something vital happens when we begin to see one another as the people to please, berate, critique, create, and play with." "The history of immigration policy is filled with moments like these, when a group goes from subhuman to superhuman within a few short years, because of political winds beyond their grasp."
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"It was a bright day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen."
"There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge."
"There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in th... aug 1 2020 ∞
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