They were chasing the last morsels of sole and butter around their plates, with the last morsels of potato. The sole had been superb, the white wine still was. It was the kind of lunch that under any circumstances would have given contentment, even happiness, would have inspired lovers to go to bed – perhaps after coffee – and make love and then sleep.

Patricia Highsmith – Ripley Under Ground

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