September 28th, 2008


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She was to experience this sadness many times, this chronic sadness of late Sunday afternoon, when the couples had exhausted their game, basketball or beachgoing or tennis or touch football, and saw an evening weighing upon them, an evening without a game, an evening spent among flickering lamps and cranky children and leftover food and nagging half-read newspaper with its weary potents and atrocities, an evening when marriages closed in upon themselves like flowers from which the sun us withdrawn, an evening giving like a smeared window on Monday and teh long week when they must perform again their impersonations of working men, of stockbrokers and dentists and engineers, of mothers and housekeepers, of adults who are not the world's guests but its hosts.

John Updike "Couples"

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