And still it rose up from inside him, his awful laughter, which was not laughter, while tears came down his face, and the surf kept pounding up over the rail, splashing onto the windows. - P190
Every day brought something new. On and on it went. Artie watched all these things, and he slowly understood that what he had felt the day of the election was true: His country was committing suicide. - P192
But then came that horrible heat wave in the beginning of June. They lost their power, and when Evie went upstairs she found Artie in his undershorts lying on the bed, his arms splayed out as though he was sunbathing, dead. - P200
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