Maureen személy

Frank kedves ember volt, és az volt az egyetlen bűne, hogy nem szeretett engem eléggé, és mivel ez nem volt valami nagy bűn, ki kellett találnom nagyobbakat.

'You know, in poems. And in English Literature. Sometimes you say something is like something and sometimes you say something is something. You know, my love is like a fuck-bloody rose or whatever.'
'Similes and metaphors.'
'Yeah. Exactly. Shakespeare invented them, didn't he? That's why he was a genius.'
'No.'
'Who was it, then?'
'Never mind.'
'So why was Shakespeare a genius? What did he do?'
'Another time.'
'OK. Anyway. So which is the one where you say something is something, like „You are a prick” even if you're not actually a prick. As in a penis. Obviously.'
Maureen looked close to tears.
'Oh, for God's sake, Jess,' I said.
'Sorry. Sorry. I didn't know if we had the same swearing rules if it was only for discussion about grammar and that.'
'We do.'
'Right. Sorry, Maureen. OK, „You are a pig” when you're not a pig.'
'Metaphor.'

113. oldal - Martin

We had nothing in common apart from where we'd ended up, on that square of concrete high up in the air, and that was the biggest thing you could possibly have in common with anyone.

59. oldal - Jess

Martin had to explain to me that if I didn't have a computer, then I wouldn't have an email address. I wasn't sure whether I'd have one or not. I thought it might have come in one of those envelopes you throw away.

83. oldal - Maureen