What a Piece of Work I Am, Chapter 34 begins:WE WERE SITTING at the table in Ariane’s kitchen. I was working on my second helping of lasagne. She was still poking at her first. “Night after night, he would stand at the window,” she said, “as if he were standing at the porthole of their cabin, and he would describe their progress.”
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What a Piece of Work I Am, Chapter 34 begins:WE WERE SITTING at the table in Ariane’s kitchen. I was working on my second helping of lasagne. She was still poking at her first. “Night after night, he would stand at the window,” she said, “as if he were standing at the porthole of their cabin, and he would describe their progress.”