>"She had eyes that cast her other features into minor supporting roles. Her voice was as smooth as a loan agreement. She told me she liked my similes. I told her that praise from her was like a handshake from the father I never got to meet."
>The dame had a jaw like the front bumper of a wrecked Ford. She told me she was looking for a man. I could infer the sordid business behind her request. Then it dawned on me: she wasn't a dame at all. All the same, I told her my rates. What I didn't tell her is that I'd found a man not long after she'd stepped into my office.
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> On my return I sensed that something new was in the offing. A girl was sitting at the table next to mine, alone. She was much younger than Veronique, she might have been seventeen; that aside, she horribly resembled her. Her extremely simple, rather ample dress of beige did not really show off the contours of her body; they scarcely had need of it. The wide hips, the firm and smooth buttocks; the suppleness of the waist which leads the hands up to a pair of round, ample and soft breasts; the hands which rest confidently on the waist, espousing the noble rotundity of the hips. I knew it all; all I had to do was close my eyes to remember. Up to the face, full and candid, expressing the calm seduction of the natural woman, confident of her beauty. The calm serenity of the young filly, still frisky, eager to try out her limbs in a short gallop. The calm tranquillity of Eve, in love with her own nakedness, knowing herself to be obviously and eternally desirable. I realized that two years of separation had changed nothing; I knocked back my bourbon in one.Houellebecq at his best; a similar thing happened to me once.
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