A pseudo-beginning# Translation - 译林
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The girl seated in the opposite to her in the bus was smiling, poring over a
novel. On the brown cover of the book there was a distorted face that seemed
to be carved out of rotten wood. It was an old man’s face aiming to be
shocking; instead he looked shocked himself. She knew the novel. A female
writer in Boston. An evasive lover in London. A house from Dickens’ tale.
A momentary affair. A broken marriage. A deceased son. She longed to tell
the girl to skip 100 pages and read on and sh
novel. On the brown cover of the book there was a distorted face that seemed
to be carved out of rotten wood. It was an old man’s face aiming to be
shocking; instead he looked shocked himself. She knew the novel. A female
writer in Boston. An evasive lover in London. A house from Dickens’ tale.
A momentary affair. A broken marriage. A deceased son. She longed to tell
the girl to skip 100 pages and read on and sh