On Chesil Beach Access

Arthur looked at her. "I was wrong. We didn't stay, and look at us. We’re still jagged in all the wrong places."

"We weren't like them, were we?" Claire asked suddenly. "The couple from the book? We had the words. We had the 'sexual liberation.' We talked until our throats were dry." On Chesil Beach

The sun began to dip, turning the English Channel into a sheet of hammered lead. They stood in the "quiet ambiguity" that readers of the novel often describe—a space where nothing is resolved, but everything is understood. Arthur looked at her