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| "When I was giving up, it was the disapproval I hated more than anything. You'd ask if anyone minded, and they all said no, but you could sense them turning away and not breathing in. And either pitying you, which was patronising, or even kind of loathing you." "And there would never be an ashtray in the house and they'd do a long, exaggerated hunt for some old saucer which had lost its cup." "And the next stage was going outside and freezing to death." "And if you stubbed it out in some plant pot, they'd look at you as if you'd given a geranium cancer." читать дальше |
www.guardian.co.uk/books/2008/aug/02/julian.bar...
