Caucasian woman, early 20s, wearing white jeans, white puffy jacket, French tips and Uggs, her foundation a shade of Ski Bunny.
The Tipping Point, Malcolm Gladwell (Little, Brown)
Page 82:What linguists call speech rate--the number of speech sounds per second--equalizes. So does what is known as latency, the period of time that lapses between the moment one speaker stops talking and the moment the other speaker begins. Two people may arrive at a conversation with very different conversational patterns. But almost instantly they reach a common ground.
There are spots on the back of her pink bathroom door, like soda pop flecks, raised and syrupy. She hasn't washed them off. She knows they won't peel back or come away with one wet swipe of a dampened paper towel; and she won't try. They've been there since she moved in, reminding her of another pink bathroom door, her grandmother's. And what she thought was soda pop she now sees as something that exists quietly, only between pink bathroom doors.
Monday, December 03, 2007
Bloor Line, hiking her low cut jeans.
Labels:
Non fiction
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment