Yes, of course, bring who you like, but if you can’t find room to sit down at dinner you must give way to the others, because they’ve been properly invited. I’m quite ruthless. I shall make you.
Margery Allingham, The Estate of the Beckoning Lady
It didn’t seem fair that you could not prevent being the object of other people’s emotions, you were not safe from their hate—or from their love, for that matter. You were never safe from being invaded by their feelings when you wanted only to be rid of them, free, off, away.
Since early morning she had been trying to remember something Les Goodwin had said to her, anything Les Goodwin had said to her. When she was not actually talking to him now she found it hard to keep him distinct from everyone else, everyone with whom she had ever slept or almost slept or refused to sleep or wanted to sleep. It had seemed this past month as if they were all one, that her life had been a single sexual encounter, one dreamed fuck, no beginnings or endings, no point beyond itself….She could remember it all but none of it seemed to come to anything. She had a sense the dream had ended and she had slept on.
Joan Didion, Play It As It Lays