Tuesday, April 03, 2007

On Chesil Beach - the digested read

Courtesy of The Guardian.

Best part:

They both knew there was something they should say to make matters better but neither could find the words.

"Maybe we could remain in a sexless marriage," she mouthed in a gesture of conciliation, "and you could occasionally get your needs met by other women."

"It's over," he gasped.

"Don't you think we're being rather melodramatic and that even in 1962 a couple might get over a crap shag on their wedding night?" she cried.

"Of course, but if we don't split up, the whole book's pointless."

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