'We were in a first-floor room at the far end of a two-storey stucco building of just discernible shabbiness and melancholy: something in the very jauntiness of the sign Days Inn Vacancies exuded this air of shabbiness and melancholy. In books there is said to be meaning, in our English class our teacher was reading poems by Robert Frost to us and it was astonishing to me, and a little scary, how the words of a poem have such meaning, but in actual life, in places like the Days Inn motel there is not much meaning, it is just something that is...'
from Little Bird of Heaven by Joyce Carol Oates (Chapter 24)
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