Here in this uncertain world, money, property, the permanent things—they’re all unreliable. The only thing she could rely on was the breath in her lungs, and this person who lay sleeping beside her. Suddenly, she crawled over to him, hugging him through his quilt. He reached out from the bedding and grasped her hand. They looked and saw each other, saw each other entirely. It was a mere moment of deep understanding, but it was enough to keep them happy together for a decade or so. From Love in a Fallen City by Eileen Chang. Translated by Karen S. Kingsbury, published by NYRB Classics, devoured by me. (via “From your window, can you see the moon?” « Sasha & The Silverfish)
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Here in this uncertain world, money, property, the permanent things—they’re all unreliable. The only thing she could rely on was the breath in her lungs, and this person who lay sleeping beside her. Suddenly, she crawled over to him, hugging him through his quilt. He reached out from the bedding and grasped her hand. They looked and saw each other, saw each other entirely. It was a mere moment of deep understanding, but it was enough to keep them happy together for a decade or so.

From Love in a Fallen City by Eileen Chang. Translated by Karen S. Kingsbury, published by NYRB Classics, devoured by me.

(via “From your window, can you see the moon?” « Sasha & The Silverfish)

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