I waited for him to go on. It was the time of year, the time of day, for a small insistent sadness to pass into the texture of things.
— Don DeLillo, White Noise, p. 56
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I waited for him to go on. It was the time of year, the time of day, for a small insistent sadness to pass into the texture of things.
— Don DeLillo, White Noise, p. 56
