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Edward Hopper Study: Office at Night

19 Edward Hopper Study: Office at Night She wishes the man at the desk were a flambéed banana that she might nibble. One hand lodged in the filing cabinet, the other waits to enter, settling against the open drawer. She glances down at the carpet, the color of an unripe mango. As for the man, he likes how the light mimics the mood of a hospital corridor. He is afraid to look at her, to consider the field between her breasts. He thinks of green ledgers with red lines, commas, numbers lit by the banker lamp’s gaseous glow. But he returns to the number eight. Its curves make him think of her bareness, how her body might stiffen in fever, just for a moment, before she falls on him, the way a washrag spreads in a basin. ...