'You're mad, Alan. You're a fantasist.'
Altered States, ch. 15
'It was always too late. You were too slow, too innocent.'
'And it's the fate of innocents to be massacred, or so we're told.'
'Just leave me alone, will you?'
The life, work, novels and intertexts of Anita Brookner
'You're mad, Alan. You're a fantasist.'
'It was always too late. You were too slow, too innocent.'
'And it's the fate of innocents to be massacred, or so we're told.'
'Just leave me alone, will you?'
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