The Red Notebook

From the dictionary:

chartreuse (shartrerz), a liqueur; pale apple-green colour (another dictionary says clear, light green with a yellowish tinge) –made by Carthusian monks

absinth, a strong, bitter, green-coloured aromatic liqueur, made with wormwood, anise and other herbs, with a pronounced licorice flavour

I can’t remember if Anaïs Nin drank these things, but I imagine she would have –is it because the word anise reminds me of Anaïs?

The Yellow Notebook

And every night, when the girl gets home from work, she leaves a bowl of milk out for the fox, and watches for it. It comes slipping through the trees like a shadow, approaching the milk and lapping avidly, its tongue darting in and out, watching her face all the while.

The fox is a little bit of wildness in the intense, tightly packed life of the city; it exists in the wild strip of garden that runs in a thread of green from yard to yard and along to the waste area beside the railway line. She thinks of it as her fox, as though she owns it, but she knows there are some things that you can never own.