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Leif Enger _ Virgil Wander
My sister comes on like a box of nails, but her devotion to the mythic is profound.
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Leif Enger _ Virgil Wander
telegram saying, "Existence is great but don't read so much into it.
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Leif Enger _ Virgil Wander
He had the heartening bulk of the aging athlete defeated by pastry.
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Leif Enger _ Virgil Wander
At first I thought common nouns were hardest hit, coffee and doorway and so on, but it soon became clear that the missing were mostly adjectives.
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Leif Enger _ Virgil Wander
He had the heartening bulk of the aging athlete defeated by pastry. He delivered all news as though it were good.
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Leif Enger _ Virgil Wander
A person never knows what is next -- I don't, anyway. The surface of everything is thinner than we know. A person can fall right through, without any warning at all.
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Leif Enger _ Virgil Wander
He had the heartening bulk of the aging athlete defeated by pastry. He delivered all news as though it were good. Most welcome was his prediction that language would gradually return.
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Leif Enger _ Virgil Wander
Not anymore-not exactly." If I'd had more words, I'd have described Greenstone's last operational motel, the Voyageur, a peeling L-shaped heap with scraggy whirlwinds of litter roaming the parking lot. Though technically "open," the Voyageur is always full, its rooms permanently occupied by the owner's grown children who failed to rise on the outside.
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Leif Enger _ Virgil Wander
Speculators make me nervous," I managed to say in a slow soggy tone. "What needless suspicion," he said. "To speculate is to imagine. To wonder." At least I think that's what he said, before a shape sank past in my murky sight-a watery shape, a descending turtle-and then I knew where I seemed to be, in my honest old Pontiac, ninety feet deep. There sure enough was the ovoid speedometer, there my drifting blue hand. A bit of my brain believed I was dead, believed in the peace, knew the wavery coffee shop was only the weak invention it turns out a corpse can summon. Relief rinsed through me, followed by a chiding phrase from the past-fight the good fight. Someone important had said that. Had I fought well? I didn't know, but what did it matter? The fight appeared to be over. Then a merry laugh punctured the shadows.
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Leif Enger _ Virgil Wander
She kept looking away then back to me, as though at a nice surprise. This was maybe best of all. I never once expected to be someone's nice surprise."
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Leif Enger _ Virgil Wander
The man on the water stood forty yards out.
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Leif Enger _ Virgil Wander
I'd have sunk in the car if Marcus Jetty hadn't been doing a little late-season beachcombing. Marcus runs Greenstone Salvage and Tinker, a famous local eyesore of bike frames, tube amps, hula poppers, oil drums, and knobs of driftwood. He was picking along the jagged strand in his raincoat, eye on a fat cork from somebody's herring net, when a car approached on the highway above. He later described the sounds of a whining V6 and thumping bass line before the barrier burst to shrapnel and the world for a moment muffled itself.
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