January 2010
31 posts
“he wrote that ybón had little hairs coming up to almost her bellybutton and that she crossed her eyes when he entered her but what really got him was not the bam-bam of sex – it was the little intimacies that he´d never in his whole life anticipated, like combing her hair or getting her underwear off a line or watching her walk naked to the bathroom or the way she would suddenly sit on his lap and put her face into his neck. the intimacies like listening to her tell him about being a little girl and him telling her that he´d been a virgin all his life. he wrote that he couldn´t believe he´d had to wait for this goddamn long. (ybón was the one who suggested calling the wait something else. yeah, like what? maybe, she said, you could call it life.) he wrote: so this is what everybody´s always talking about! diablo! if only i´d known. the beauty! the beauty!”
—from “the brief and wondrous life of oscar wao”
