‘Usually we lay around on the grass all afternoon, drinking martinis from a thermos bottle and watching the ants crawl in a glittering black thread on the messy cake plate, until finally the martinis ran out, and the sun went down, and we had to straggle home for dinner in the dark.’ - Passage from the book ‘The Secret History’ by Donna Tartt. Read this book, I loved it. It’s dark, intelligent and beautifully written.

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