God, how difficult he was making it! Why couldn’t he have said right out that she was a slut and he’d see her damned before he married her? Well, there was the cauldron of boiling oil; there was nothing to do but to shut one’s eyes and jump right in.
W. Somerset Maugham (1941)
Up at the Villa
I read this years ago. You make me want to reread it now. I love the Vintage cover. Maugham is always wonderful I think!
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this one - and it is short enough for a re-read!
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