The catalog showed a man sleeping peacefully while his model-wife read a book in soft but focused light. In real life, however, the light was so intense that that same man would have had to wear sunglasses. He would have had to set up a little pup tent on his side of the bed. The lamplight was as bright as the noon sun, and as I studied next to him, Reynaldo could not sleep. Yet another pretty picture of love I'd not questioned, just bought. I turned off the light and fell behind in my reading.
- Tassie fra A Gate at the Stairs av Lorrie Moore
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