The Alice Network

Baudelaire had said he’d written Les Fleurs du Mal with rage and patience; Eve understood that perfectly.

e lingered inside our fragile bubble of happiness, the kind of happiness that sits on top of melancholy as easily as icing on a cake.

You’ve got a core of steel.”

Nothing could wreck you, Eve. You’ve got a core of steel.”

A Yank in a black dress plus a Scotsman in a jacket, multiplied by a summer night and a packet of sandwiches, divided by an awkward silence and the fact that the Yank had a pregnant belly—I didn’t know how that equation came out, what it equaled. “What happens now?

What I mean is, it’s not a matter of age. There are boys aged fifty, and men aged fifteen. It’s all in what they do, not how old they are.” He paused. “A boy messes up with a lass, and he slinks off without fixing anything. A man makes a mistake, he fixes it. He apologizes.”

“You must be the surgeon. I wonder if I can have some chloroform? Because it’s been an absolute pisser of a day.”

Women dying in hospital beds resulted in far less international outcry than women dying before firing squads.

I’m here to rescue her, my regiment and me—and that’s when she dies. She lives through so much, and she dies now.”

orry is wasted time, little daisy