...beauty, she had discovered occupied a narrow band. Ugliness, on the hand, had infinite variation.
Ian McewanThe cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse.
Ian McewanShe returned his gaze, struck by the sense of her own transformation, and overwhelmed by the beauty which a lifetime havit had taught her to ignore.
Ian McewanWe knew so little about eachother. We lay mostly submerged, like ice floes with our visible social selves projecting only cool and white. Here was a rare sight below the waves, of a man's privacy and turmoil, of his dignity upended by the overpowering necessity of pure fantasy, pure thought, by the irreducible human element - Mind.
Ian Mcewan