the goldfinch bot

tweets quotes from The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt every 4 hours

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if you’re missing the goldfinch bot, i have set it up again on bluesky, @/goldfinch-bot.bsky.social . fuck elon musk, get off twitter/X <3

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if you’re missing the goldfinch bot, i have set it up again on bluesky, @/goldfinch-bot.bsky.social . fuck elon musk, get off twitter/X <3

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(btw, the bot stopped working here because of the paywall to the twitter api, so bluesky will be the future of the goldfinch bot. it was great here while it lasted ^_^)

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if you’re missing the goldfinch bot, i have set it up again on bluesky, @/goldfinch-bot.bsky.social . fuck elon musk, get off twitter/X <3

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Outside: rain.

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I wasn’t so sure I loved Kitsey either (at least not the way I’d once wished I loved her) but still it was surprising just how bad I felt, considering I’d been through the routine before.

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An every-other-day habit still a habit, as Jerome had often reminded me, particularly when I didn’t stick too faithfully to the every-other-day part.

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“There are other considerations, as well. I mean—” decorous silence—“I don’t know if I ought to tell you this, but an unauthorized party has twice tried to make a large withdrawal on the account.”

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She liked to call her friend Courtney and “vent,” and a lot of her venting, unfortunately, was on the subject of me.

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It was a small picture, the smallest in the exhibition, and the simplest: a yellow finch, against a plain, pale ground, chained to a perch by its twig of an ankle.

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“It was the hypothermia that got Daddy. He’d gotten so thin, no body fat on him at all, an hour and a half in the water was enough to do it, floundering around at those temperatures.”

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Boris pale and pasty, with his shoplifted apples and his Russian-language novels, gnawed-down fingernails and shoelaces dragging in the dust.

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It didn’t look so much like a snapshot as an ad for some healthful Swiss product like yogurt or Bircher muesli.

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Murky portraits, china spaniels on the mantelpiece, golden pendulum swinging, tockety-tock, tockety-tock.

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The photo on the iPhone was of a snow-topped chalet and, out in front, a beautiful blonde on skis. At her side, also on skis, were a pair of bundled-up little blond kids of indeterminate sex.

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“Lots of goings-on. Her aunt is taking her to Texas.”
“Texas?” I said, after a stunned pause.
“Afraid so.”
“When?”
“Day after tomorrow.”
“No!”

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Clearly I’d been blasted out of my mind when I wrapped and taped it: all those layers of newspaper, wound with a whole extra-large roll of heavy-duty, fiber-reinforced packing tape, had seemed like a prudent caution when I was freaked out and high

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Mother, I thought, Mother, trying to send her a psychic message that I was alive.

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“I got trampled in a stall and broke my shoulder and there I was in the infirmary with this view of the empty driveway and no car coming up it. Not one fucking person came to visit me, not even Gaga.”

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“Speaks of me? Oh yeah? What’d he say?”