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He felt the old beat of pleasure inside his body, like watching a perfect goal, like the rustling movement of light through leaves, a phrase of music from the window of a passing car. Life offers up these moments of joy despite everything.
[...] feeling a strange sense of nostalgia for a moment that was already in the process of happening.
She belives Marianne lacks 'warmth', by which she means the ability to beg for love from people who hate her.
Marianne had the sense that her real life was happening without her, and she didn't know if she would ever find out where it was and become part of it.