Intellective Memory, which I call an act of the intellective faculty because it is wrought by it, though I do not inquire how or where, because it is not solvible:

And there, in the shadows of the hallway, was my mother, looking up, unsurprised, in this house of unsurprises.

Make sure your bins are presented by 6:30am on your bin day and take them in before midday the day after your collection.

Her road had again seemed to stretch out endless, she imagined that there might be hundreds and hundreds of such things that Edward was concealing from her – that they might necessitate more mortgagings, more pawnings of bracelets, more and always more horrors.