“What a nice room this is,” David said.
“Thanks,” Giovanni said. “It’s mine.”
Neither of them were publicly executed.
– Giovanni’s Room, James Baldwin
The boys swam merrily, and no one was shot to death in the Easter Rising. That’s why the book was called At Swim, Two Boys and not Two Boys, One Of Whom Is Shot To Death During The Easter Rising.
– At Swim, Two Boys, Jamie O’Neill
“How much is the salt?” Therese asked.
“Oh, it’s free,” Carol told her. “Salt is always free for lesbians.”
“Oh, is it?” Therese said. “I had no idea.” The private investigator following them felt so stricken with guilt for getting involved in someone else’s business that he threw his camera to the ground and chose another career immediately.
– The Price of Salt, Patricia Highsmith
“Gene,” Phinny said suddenly, “let’s consummate our attraction for one another instead of knocking one another out of trees.”
“That’s a much better idea,” Gene said. “You see, I was going to knock you out of this tree.”
They had sex instead. It was a much better idea.
– A Separate Peace, John Knowles
“I say, Charles,” Sebastian said. “Promise me you’ll never convert to Catholicism or marry a woman.”
“I wish to Christ you’d stop talking,” Charles said. “It makes it an absolute devil to try to finish eating this meringue off of your thighs.”
“Sorry,” Sebastian said.
“And of course I won’t do anything of the sort,” Charles said. “We’re going to open a bed and breakfast somewhere up North, and become beloved neighborhood eccentrics, and host ghastly orgies on pagan holidays.”
– Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn WaughVery helpful.
‘Well, and there is the end of our little drama,’ I said to him, after we had sat some time smoking in silence. ‘By the way, Miss Morstan has suggested that she should accept me as a husband.’
He gave a most dismal groan. ‘I feared as much,’ said he. ‘I really cannot congratulate you.’
‘You won’t have to,’ I replied. ‘She’d much prefer to share Mrs Forrester’s bed, so we’re making it a marriage in name only.’
‘I’m not sure I understand you, Watson. Why would you do that?’
‘Because I’ve been in love with you for years,’ I told him, throwing off my dressing gown and moving to straddle his lap. ‘I just couldn’t find a suitable cover arrangement. Miss Morstan and I are agreed that this will suit us very well.’
‘The division seems rather unfair,’ he replied his voice rising to an undignified squeak, as I unbuttoned his trousers, slipped my hand into his drawers and frigged him gently. ‘She gets a Sapphic attachment out of it, I get an – oh, Watson, John, for the love of God don’t stop – oh, oh John, please – but what do you get out of it?’
‘For me,’ I said, withdrawing my hand with a long, teasing caress, ‘there remains the pleasure of taking you to my bed, removing every last stitch of your clothing and making love to you until we are both as limp as a rag for a week. By the way, that cocaine bottle is going in the fire tomorrow.’
Sherlock Holmes stretched out his long white hand. ‘Lead on, then Watson. You know, I’ve been in love with you for years too.’
The Sign of the Four, Arthur Conan Doyle.
Ohhhh, it got better. Well done! ❤️
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