There in that white-gilt bedroom like a tomb, where I believe none of Gatsby's guests had ever before set foot except by mistake — none until Daisy, and I was only her adjunct and proxy, an accessory to her presence there in the house. He had forgotten about me then. He had forgotten about me now. I was his only witness.
Don Draper has a bad habit of throwing money at his problem. His latest problem is Michael Ginsberg.
It's two years before Ginsberg goes back to Manhattan. Somehow he didn't picture it happening like this.
Hickey and Dr. Stanley hook up in the coatroom at Carnivale. The costume stays on.
Aumerle doesn't seek absolution.
Billy and Stu have something to celebrate.
“Has no one done this for you?” Jin Guangyao asked, eyeing Xue Yang in the mirror.
When they arrive in the Yiling Supervisory Office, Jiang Yanli freshly recovered from fever, Jiang Cheng in a coma, and Wei Wuxian nearly at the end of his rope, Jiang Yanli does what she does best—acts as the warm, nurturing support for her brothers. But she's tired, too.
Back then, all the boys his age had hero-worshipped costumed vigilantes. Jack supposes they still do.