the mirror was in shadow. she rubbed her handglass briskly on her woollen bric-a-brac container.
beautiful lines these are, herr brekst said, just like the ones i quoted before we started out.
a long pause broke out and savaged the mood.
i don’t seem to develop as a character at all, herr brekst said and sighed. it was this very deeply felt sigh that the sound engineer later used in a film on the assasination of jf kennedy.