Adam_Vail

Former Lit chatter returning after a long time away. Zero interest in family, underage, raceplay, extreme pain, scat, animals, space aliens, and so forth. M, mid-50s, fit, articulate, funny.

"Girls were getting up all over London. In striped pyjamas, in flowered Viyella nightgowns, in cotton shifts they had made themselves and unevenly hemmed, or in sheer nylon to which an old cardigan had been added for warmth, girls were pushing back bedclothes and groping for slippers. They were tying the cords of dressing-gowns and pulling pins from their hair, they were putting the shilling in the meter and the kettle on the gas ring. Those who shared were nudging each other out of the way and saying, "And it's only Tuesday." Those who lived alone were moaning and switching on radio or television.Some said prayers; one sang."
--Shirley Hazzard, The Transit of Venus