"He bent to kiss her. She swerved, rested her head against his winter-coated shoulder, and closed her eyes. He felt more fragile than usual against her: she was afraid of holding him too tightly.
She heard a creaking of the parquet floor, opened her eyes and found herself confronted by a pair of austere grey scrutinizing eyes. They belonged to a blue-uniformed guard, who had come up behind them. He tapped Duncan on the shoulder.
'Pardon me, sir,' he said, politely though firmly, 'but -ah- kissing in the Mummy Room is not permitted.'
'Oh,' said Duncan. 'Sorry.' "
The Edible Woman, Margaret Atwood
"Yataklar var konuşmak için, öpüşmek için telefon kulübeleri
... ve müzeler"
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