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Оглавление“What does ‘Cliff’ stand for?” I asked, when, at last, I met him. “ ‘Clifford’?”
“Something like that,” he answered, smiling.
It was at a cocktail party celebrating Sally’s forty-ninth birthday; I was drinking my second glass of wine and wearing a sleeveless white dress.
“Or does it stand for ‘Heathcliff’?” I persisted. “You know, Heathcliff in Wuthering Heights.”
“Heathcliff? Who’s that?” Cliff asked, still smiling.
“You’ve never read Wuthering Heights?” Right away, I regretted saying that. I was afraid of sounding superior and assuming he did not read books and was not, like me, educated. Since he did not answer, I said lamely, “It’s one of my favorite novels. I’m rereading it now.”
“Is that so?” Cliff said.
Nervous, I nodded, and in spite of feeling myself start to blush, I went on. “Heathcliff is the hero, or, more accurately, the antihero, who—”
“Sounds interesting,” Cliff interrupted me softly. “Maybe I should read it. And you know something? You are a pretty woman.”
Maybe he had not read Wuthering Heights and maybe he was not educated, but he was very handsome. There was no getting around that.
