Jane remembers those years, though, as if they had been {a movie}--in part because her friends...always talked about everything as if it was over {"Remember last night?"}, while holding out the possibility that whatever happened could be rerun. Neil didn't have that sense of things. He thought people shouldn't romanticize ordinary life. "Our struggles, our little struggles," he would whisper, in bed, at night. Sometimes he or she would click on some of the flashlights and consider the ceiling, with the radiant swirls around the bright nuclei, the shadows like opened oysters glistening in brine. {In the '80s, the champagne was always waiting.}
( Ann Beattie )
[ Walks with Men ]
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