He’d written his Inferno, his Purgatorio – she’d suffered through those – but in the end she could only watch him stare at the empty sheet of paper, and she knew he was reeling, that the walls of his Paradiso were becoming distant and blank.
The Quality of the Affection - Lloyd Lynford in Granta 122: Betrayal
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