He thanked her and they hung up. And then, for another twenty minutes, he remained where he was on the old couch: eyes shut, dread coursing through him like a reverse meditation designed to eradicate serenity.
The Plot by Jean Hanff Korelitz
There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion —Francis Bacon, "Of Beauty, Essays" 1625
He thanked her and they hung up. And then, for another twenty minutes, he remained where he was on the old couch: eyes shut, dread coursing through him like a reverse meditation designed to eradicate serenity.
The Plot by Jean Hanff Korelitz