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September 4, 2003
Entry: "Oranges"

You know how sometimes you run across paragraphs that hit you over the head and take you away with them...

From Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson:

There are three of us now; the bundle chanting her complaint round a fat cheese sandwich, one fat hand clasping a thermos like a long lost friend; the muttering man singing a ditty about love and the lack of it; and me, with a copy of Middlemarch under my pullover. It is not the one thing nor the other that leads to madness, but the space in between them.