Alan Hollinghurst C/D S&D

Imagine being called a hypocrite and a parasite by that oleaginous cretin and him being *right*.

And that closing passage: it's probably more a kind of hyper-sensitivity brought on by the trauma of his betrayal but something about that 'there was a street corner at all' - like the aesthete was finally, however briefly, forced to see to the heart of things, literally and metaphorically.

Gerald, ftr, not fgti.