But with a sigh he had released her hand, while she was so lost in the fantasy that she hadn't felt it go away, as if he'd known the best moment to let go.
Thomas PynchonSomeday she might replace whatever of her had gone away by some prosthetic device, a dress of a certain color, a phrase in a letter, another lover.
Thomas PynchonReal flight and dreams of flight go together. Both are part of the same movement. Not A before B, but all together.
Thomas Pynchon