She lost much of her appetite. At night, an invisible hand kept shaking her awake every few hours. Grief was physiological, a disturbance of the blood. Sometimes a whole minute would pass in nameless dread – the bedside clock ticking, the blue moonlight coating the window like glue – before she`d remember the brutal fact that had caused it.

She lost much of her appetite. At night, an invisible hand kept shaking her awake every few hours. Grief was physiological, a disturbance of the blood. Sometimes a whole minute would pass in nameless dread – the bedside clock ticking, the blue moonlight coating the window like glue – before she`d remember the brutal fact that had caused it.

– Jeffrey Eugenides –

The Marriage Plot

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