Chekhov’s Stories and Naan Pizza

“The river ran on, no one knew where or why, just as it had in May; from a small stream it flowed into a large river, from the river to the sea, then rose in vapor and returned in rain; and perhaps the very same water he had seen in May was again flowing before his eyes … For what purpose? Why?” – ‘The Kiss’, Anton Chekhov’s Selected Stories

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The Collected Stories of Tennessee Williams and Poached Eggs

“It is like the act of love, he thought again. You try to make it last longer. Draw out the sweet final moment. But it can’t be held at that point. It has to go over and down, it has to be finished. And then you feel cheated somehow.” – ‘Gift of an Apple’

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