"It was a season of apprehension, slow-gathering crisis. Lyle Stevick felt it in his bones and in his lungs, in the very pit of his belly, yet he could not have said from which direction the lethal blow might fall: he could not have given a name to his terrible dread."
— You Must Remember This, Joyce Carol Oates
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