Edward Hopper Morning in a City painting

Edward Hopper Morning in a City paintingEdward Hopper High Noon paintingEdward Hopper Four Lane Road painting
The worst thing about him, she tentatively concluded, was his genius for thinking himself slighted, belittled, under attack. It became almost impossible to mention anything to him, no matter how reasonable, no matter how gently put. "Go, go, eat air," he'd shout, and retire into the tent of his wounded pride. -- And the most seductive thing about him was the way he knew instinctively what she wanted, how when he chose he could become the agent of her secret heart. As a result, their sex was literally electric. That first tiny spark, on the occasion of their inaugural kiss, wasn't any one-off. It went on happening, and sometimes while they made love she was convinced she could hear the crackle of electricity all around them; she felt, at times, her hair standing on end. "It reminds me of the electric dildo in my father's study," she told Gibreel, and they laughed. "Am I the love ofand he answered, just as quickly: "Of course."
She admitted to him early on that the rumours about her unattainability, even frigidity, had some basis in fact. "After Yel died, I took on that side of her as