Winter Of Artifice: Three Novelettes by Anaïs Nin

By Anaïs Nin

Winter of Artifice is a suite of novelettes: ‘Stella,’ ‘Winter of Artifice,’ and ‘The Voice,’ that discover relationships among lady and lover, girl and father, and sufferer and therapist.

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He asked as he started to move slowly. "No," I answered, thinking he meant pain. "How can you say no? " I didn't respond immediately. I looked at him, shocked. " he asked as he leaped from the bed and picked up the clothes that were scattered across the floor. " I raised my voice. " There's no point telling the rest, Diary. I left without even the energy to cry or scream, with only an infinite sadness that wrenches my heart and little by little devours it. 6 March 2001 Today at lunch my mother gave me one of her inquiring looks and demanded to know why I so was preoccupied.

She asks. " I turned around and told them I don't know him, and therefore I don't feel like doing anything. Now I hear them laughing, and their laughter blends withthe shrill, metallic sound of the bell that signals the end of the hour. M. Perched on the platform built for the assembly, I didn't care about the demolished customs building or the torched McDonald's, even though I'd been chosen to write a report on the event. I was seated in the center of the long table; on either side of me were the representatives of the opposing sides.

From a distance he appeared thinner, and his hair seemed soft and scented, bronze-colored ringlets that fell gently on his face. He stood leaning against the streetlight, shifting all his weight to one hip, which he seemed to be holding up with the hand in his trouser pocket. A green-checked shirt flounced out, disarranged, and round glasses completed his intellectual look. I'd seen his friend a few times outside of school, handing out leaflets. He invariably had a small cigar in his mouth, lit or not.

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