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528 pages, Hardcover
First published June 27, 2017
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to go courting trouble, is all.�
“We’re not courting trouble,� I say. “Flirting with it, at most.�
As we sail across the Channel toward Calais, this is what I’m thinking of—Percy and me and England sinking into the sea behind us, and also French lads and their tight breeches and, zounds, I can’t wait to get to Paris. I am also maybe a tiny bit drunk.
The great tragic love story of Percy and me is neither great nor truly a love story, and is tragic only for its single-sidedness. It is also not an epic monolith that has plagued me since boyhood, as might be expected. Rather, it is simply the tale of how two people can be important to each other their whole lives, and then, one morning, quite without meaning to, one of them wakes to find that importance has been magnified into a sudden and intense desire to put his tongue in the other’s mouth.
“Are you going to give me the fornication without the intention of procreation is of the devil and a crime lecture? I believe I could recite it from memory by now.�
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“Perhaps I am trying to procreate with all these lads and I’m just very misinformed about the whole process. If only Eton hadn’t thrown me out.�
The great tragic love story of Percy and me is neither great nor truly a love story, and is tragic only for its single-sidedness. It is also not an epic monolith that has plagued me since boyhood, as might be expected. Rather, it is simply the tale of how two people can be important to each other their whole lives, and then, one morning, quite without meaning to, one of them wakes to find that importance has been magnified into a sudden and intense desire to put his tongue in the other’s mouth.
� Which begs the question - would a long term relationship between two English men during the eighteenth century have been a real possibility? I don't know. They likely would not have been able to be open about it. But the optimist in me likes to believe that the twenty-first century is not the first time in history that queer people have been able to live full romantic and sexual lives with the people they love.
And if that makes me anachronistic, so be it.
“We are not broken things, neither of us. We are cracked pottery mended with laquer and flakes of gold, whole as we are, complete unto each other. Complete and worthy and so very loved.�
“God bless the book people for their boundless knowledge absorbed from having words instead of friends.�
“If you go behind my back, I swear to God, I’ll skin you alive—�
“I won’t—�
“—murder you, then alchemically raise you from the dead so I can murder you again—�
And then everyone turns to stare at me, the Viscount of Disley, standing in the courtyard, with his hair askew and a woman’s powder smeared across his face like flour. And, also, without a stitch of clothing on. And then, because Fortune is a heartless bitch, I hear someone behind me say, “Monty?�
"And I don’t think I have to be well to be happy. God.�
“My hand is absolutely broken.�
“It’s not broken,� Felicity says, and the exasperation behind her voice makes me feel better.
“I think it might be.�
“It’s not.�
“We should sleep,� Percy says.
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Under the Dutch, it was known as Batavia (1619�1945).
"It isn’t easy and it isn’t very enjoyable but this is what I’ve got to live with. This is who I am, and I don’t think I’m insane. I don’t think I should be locked up and I don’t think I need to be cured of it for my life to be good."
“I swear, you would play the coquette with a well-upholstered sofa.�
"First, I would not. And second, how handsome is this sofa?�
“No one but me had had to see her to realize…�
“We’re breathing so hard it seems a miracle that that alone doesn’t give us away.�
"Because I want you to know," she says, "that there is life after survival."