"Patty felt like she'd taken some powerful drug that wasn't wearing
off, or like she'd fallen into an incredibly vivid dream that she wasn't
waking up from, except that she was fully aware, from second to second
to second, that it wasn't a drug or a dream but just life happening to
her, a life with only a present and no past [...]. And she was 21 and
could feel her 21ness in the young, clean, strong wind that was blowing
down from Canada. Her little taste of eternity."
Jonathan Franzen (1959-). Freedom (2010). New York: Picador, 2010. p. 162
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