“Are you interested in work?”
“I’m an artist.”
“I know. This is part-time work that would interest an artist.” He wanted to say, a hungry artist, and smile at her, but he stopped himself. He saw her as a hungry child. She saw herself as a woman artist.
A.S. Byatt, Body Art, from Little Black Book Of Stories
1 year ago on February 24, 2012 at 07:55pm