Love Disguised as a Monologue (maloy Sandor)
About This Novel
"Love Disguised as a Monologue" is Malloy's most beloved work written throughout his life, and is addressed to the true spiritual aristocrat. Four monologues, four parties recounting two failed marriages. The ex-wife was sitting in a dessert shop on the corner of the street, quietly watching her husband pack candied orange peels for his second wife. In the coffee shop, the husband, who came from a privileged background, recalled the half-pandering, half-sarcastic look in his second wife's eyes when she secretly observed him in bed. He regarded her as his true love, but his eyes extinguished all flames. The second wife, who had been her husband's maid, talked with her lover all night long. The closet full of socks, ties and books on the wall at her husband's house once made her feel that her hands were particularly dirty, and the ever-changing licorice smell on her husband's body made her feel nauseous. Many years later, the lover met her fugitive husband in a small bar in the United States and watched him disappear into the slums.
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Official(6)Scraped 4d ago
I always like to take a nap in this store in winter, usually between five and seven in the evening. Especially in the years after the breakup, when I became alone, I became even more fond of this red salon filled with furniture from the last century, as well as its elderly female clerks. It is a pleasure for me to watch the metropolitan scene in the square and the flow of people entering and exiting the store through the glass windows here. All of this contains a touch of warmth and a certain imperceptible atmosphere of the end of the last century. Have you noticed that the tea brewed here is the best? I know modern women don't go to sweet shops anymore. They all went to the cafe, in a hurry, and had no time to sit down and rest comfortably. For lunch, they drank black coffee for 40 filials and paired it with a salad. It was really a new world. But I still belong to another world, and I still need to be refined and elegant, filled with old furniture and glass cabinets, hung with red velvet tapestries, and frequented by the pastry shops of elderly countesses and duchesses. I don't come here every day. You can definitely imagine how comfortable I feel when I come here to sit here sometimes in winter. For a while I used to meet my husband here, and after six o'clock, after he got off work, it was our tea time.
There is always a kind of person in the world who regards work and study as more important than family love. Because of the gap in cognition, she always felt that her husband looked down on her. The scary games that her husband played with her friends made her feel uncomfortable. She felt that her husband was cold and unfamiliar. In this relationship, with different cognitive levels, one was unwilling to improve himself and the other was unwilling to lower himself, so she was tired.
I always thought it would be sad if I couldn't get love, but later I found out that the person I don't love but forced to live with is also unhappy. Being loved is also very hard.
It is probably a sad thing to marry someone with different views. Different opinions, tastes and horizons will always give different answers to problems. I think it was expected that this marriage would not come to an end.
Men reluctantly accept women because of their children, and women are willing to have children because of men. The most stupid woman is to use her children to tie up a man, even if she is humble, it will not help. There may really be a kind of people who don't need love or women. They always live in a square grid and live upright as gentlemen. They are never willing to take a step forward or let others walk in. They keep their thirty-year-old bones inside and don't say a word even if they feel deep pain.
It must be really painful! Loving and being loved are both bound in their own world. A person who loves uses all his strength to influence a "gentleman"; a person who is loved does his best to protect his dignity and emotions, and endures the embarrassment and restraint of being loved.
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Official(6)Scraped 4d ago
I always like to take a nap in this store in winter, usually between five and seven in the evening. Especially in the years after the breakup, when I became alone, I became even more fond of this red salon filled with furniture from the last century, as well as its elderly female clerks. It is a pleasure for me to watch the metropolitan scene in the square and the flow of people entering and exiting the store through the glass windows here. All of this contains a touch of warmth and a certain imperceptible atmosphere of the end of the last century. Have you noticed that the tea brewed here is the best? I know modern women don't go to sweet shops anymore. They all went to the cafe, in a hurry, and had no time to sit down and rest comfortably. For lunch, they drank black coffee for 40 filials and paired it with a salad. It was really a new world. But I still belong to another world, and I still need to be refined and elegant, filled with old furniture and glass cabinets, hung with red velvet tapestries, and frequented by the pastry shops of elderly countesses and duchesses. I don't come here every day. You can definitely imagine how comfortable I feel when I come here to sit here sometimes in winter. For a while I used to meet my husband here, and after six o'clock, after he got off work, it was our tea time.
There is always a kind of person in the world who regards work and study as more important than family love. Because of the gap in cognition, she always felt that her husband looked down on her. The scary games that her husband played with her friends made her feel uncomfortable. She felt that her husband was cold and unfamiliar. In this relationship, with different cognitive levels, one was unwilling to improve himself and the other was unwilling to lower himself, so she was tired.
I always thought it would be sad if I couldn't get love, but later I found out that the person I don't love but forced to live with is also unhappy. Being loved is also very hard.
It is probably a sad thing to marry someone with different views. Different opinions, tastes and horizons will always give different answers to problems. I think it was expected that this marriage would not come to an end.
Men reluctantly accept women because of their children, and women are willing to have children because of men. The most stupid woman is to use her children to tie up a man, even if she is humble, it will not help. There may really be a kind of people who don't need love or women. They always live in a square grid and live upright as gentlemen. They are never willing to take a step forward or let others walk in. They keep their thirty-year-old bones inside and don't say a word even if they feel deep pain.
It must be really painful! Loving and being loved are both bound in their own world. A person who loves uses all his strength to influence a "gentleman"; a person who is loved does his best to protect his dignity and emotions, and endures the embarrassment and restraint of being loved.
