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New #shelfshot with Umbriel redressed. 💖 #bjd #bjdgroup
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‘You going to eat your olive or what?’
Lane gave his Martini glass a brief glance,then looked back at Franny. ‘No,’ he said coldly. 'You want it?’
'If you don’t,’ Franny said. She knew from Lane’s expess that she had asked the wrong question. What was worse, she suddenly didn’t want the olive at all and wondered why she had even asked for it. there was nothing to do, though, when Lane extended his Martini glass to her but to accept the olive and consume it with apparent relish. She then took a cigarette from Lane’s pack on the table, and he lit if for her and for himself.
After the interruption of the olive, a short silence came over the table. When Lane broke it, it was because he was not one to keep a punch line to himself for any length of time.
"When he opened the door of his apartment/office she saw him framed in a long succession or train of doorways, room after room receding in the general direction of Santa Monica, all soaked in rain light. Gengis Cohen had a touch of summer flu, his fly was half open and he was wearing a Barry Goldwater sweatshirt also. Oedipa felt at once motherly. In a room perhaps a third of the way along the suite he sat her in a rocking chair and brought real homemade dandelion wine in small neat glasses. "I picked the dandelions in a cemetery two years ago. Now the cemetery is gone. They took it out for the East San Narciso Freeway." One of my favourite booze quotes along the ps shelf