Danielle... felt like a teenager, as she used to feel in the kitchen of her parents house in Columbus, before the divorce of course, and she was suddenly, powerfully, aware of the profound oddity of Marinas present life. A life arrested at, or at least returned to, childhood. Danielle couldnt imagine eating nightly with her parents, not only because they now lived in different states and didnt speak to each other, but because she was entering the fourth decade of life and hadnt been through the wearying rigmarole of family life for anything more than an almost supportable day since she was seventeen and had gone off to college. Emperors Children, Claire Messud
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Although in general Gary applauded the modern trend toward individual self-management of retirement funds and long-distance calling plans and private- schooling options, he was less than thrilled to be given responsibility for his own personal brain chemistry, especially when certain people in his life, notably his father, refused to take any such responsibility. But Gary was nothing if not conscientious. As he entered the darkroom, he estimated that his levels of Neurofactor 3 (i.e., serotonin: a very, very important factor) were posting seven-day or even thirty-day highs, that his Factor 2 and Factor 7 levels were likewise outperforming expectation, and that his Factor 1 had rebounded from an early-mourning slump related to the glass of Armagnac hed drunk at bedtime.
He had a spring in his step, and agreeable awareness of his above-average height and his late summer suntan. His resentment of his wife, Caroline, was moderate and well contained. Declines led key advances in key indices of paranoia (e.g., his persistent suspicion that Caroline and his two older sons were mocking him), and his seasonally adjusted assessment of lifes futility and brevity was consistent with the overall robustness of his mental economy. He was not the least clinically depressed. Corrections, Jonathan Frazen
Pat burst in the door, having come straight from a frustrating faculty meeting. She said, Paul, don't speak to me, my serotonin levels have hit bottom, my brain is awash in glucocorticoids, my blood vessels are full of adrenaline, and if it weren't for my endogenous opiates I'd have driven the car into a tree on the way home. My dopamine levels need lifting. Pour me a Chardonnay, and I'll be down in a minute. New Yorker
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