The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listen — Donna Tartt, The Secret History
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The ceilings had set off a ghostly echo, giving all that desperate hilarity the quality of a memory even as I sat listening to it, memories of things I'd never known.

— Donna Tartt, The Secret History
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