»In bed on a Friday night, wearing sweatpants and eating peanut butter from the jar, Madeleine was in a state of extreme solitude.« http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/features/2010/06/07/100607fi_fiction_eugenides?currentPage=all
…und nichts als die Wahrheit
»In bed on a Friday night, wearing sweatpants and eating peanut butter from the jar, Madeleine was in a state of extreme solitude.« http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/features/2010/06/07/100607fi_fiction_eugenides?currentPage=all