When Rust and Maggie have sex, Rust is sober, and Maggie is taking a calculated risk.

Tang Fan is looking at him — hasn't stopped looking at him once, really, in some way, since Sui Zhou stepped over the threshold and into his room — but he's looking at him, now, with a wonder so holy it's encroaching on worship. As though Sui Zhou has shot down a sun for him instead of something else infinitely less incredible.

We're not homosexuals; we're divorced.

Don't think of it as workplace sexual harassment; consider it feedback.

Near misses in the Greek tutorial.

Back in England, Jopson and Crozier invent new formalities for themselves.

It's two years before Ginsberg goes back to Manhattan. Somehow he didn't picture it happening like this.

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.

For the prompt of Adrian being a big nerd, him being a small nerd about something that isn't Egypt or Alexander for once. When Adrian Veidt is twelve years old, he discovers Homer's Iliad.

New clothes, and other marks of ownership.