Still, I had resolved to sit and talk with him and that is what I would do. He neither offered permission nor withheld it regarding the curtains, so I stepped over to the window and pulled them apart, glancing down onto the New York streets below. The yellow cabs were driving up and down honking their horns and the view between the skyscrapers held me for a minute. I had never fallen in love with this city-even after almost seven years my head was still in Amsterdam and my heart was still in Dublin-but there were moments, like this one, when I understood why others did.
( John Boyne )
[ The Heart's Invisible Furies ]
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