It seemed that the marriage had reached the traditional truce, the point at which so many resign themselves to cutting both their losses and their hopes.In some ways it was the conventional clandestine affair in a place like San Bernardino, a place where little is bright or graceful, where it is routine to misplace the future and easy to start looking for it in bed.January 11, 1965, was a bright warm day in Southern California, the kind of day when Catalina floats on the Pacific horizon and the air smells of orange blossoms and it is a long way from the bleak and difficult East, a long way from the cold, a long way from the past.
by Joan Didion
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The marriage depicted in Joan Didion's "Slouching Towards Bethlehem" reflects a state of resignation where both partners seem to accept their unfulfilled dreams and losses. This relationship embodies a familiar scenario in a place like San Bernardino, where dissatisfaction with life often leads individuals to seek solace in secretive affairs, hinting at a broader emotional void.

On a day marked by warmth and beauty in January 1965, with the picturesque Catalina Island in view and fragrant orange blossoms in the air, there is a stark contrast to the hardships experienced elsewhere. This idyllic setting serves as a reminder of the hope and potential lost in their lives, juxtaposing the mundane realities of everyday existence with fleeting moments of joy.

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