Sublime

One of the books that Lily had brought Rumfoord was The Destruction of Dresden, by an Englishman named David Irving.

and so on,

Updike’s “A&P”

seine

while lacking youth’s verve, Freddy had all of youth’s passions; one could sit back with a bag of popcorn and watch the romances and comedies of his mind projected onto his face, and the lenses of his tortoiseshell glasses swirled with his thoughts like the iridescent membranes of soap bubbles.