John Updike. The witches of Eastwick (№ 60513)

How much in life dirt - pellets from the eraser, coffee grounds sleeps, dead wasps, dead between the window frames... Sometimes it seems that all the time, a person, a woman, at least, is spent on redistribution, to carry objects from place to place, as rubbish as they used to say her mother, there is only matter, lying not in his place.