It made me think of the nice old Marimekko-clad ladies I sometimes went to see in the Ritz Tower: gravel-voiced, turban-wearing, panther-braceleted widows looking to move to Miami, their apartments filled with smoked-glass and chromed-steel furniture that, in the seventies, they'd purchased through their decorators for the price of a good Queen Anne--but {I was responsible for telling them, reluctantly} had not held its value and could not be re-sold at even half what they'd bought it for.
( Donna Tartt )
[ The Goldfinch ]
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