Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you. — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“dew. Their feet scuffed the dark sidewalks. Raymond had two moods now. Despair came with no warning, rogue waves of helplessness that sucked him out on a rippling tide. When it receded, he was left with a dry and” — Edward W. Robertson Copy Share Image
