From Edmund White, “Forgetting Elena”

I am the first person in the house to awaken, but I am unsure of the implications. I can’t be absolutely certain, of course, whether everyone else is still sleeping, but the other two men in the room are breathing heavily and their hands are stretched out, curled or closed in positions that seem at once natural and improbable–in short, I doubt whether anyone would be clever enough to improvise such convincing gestures of repose.

–This is the opening of the novel! Plus it made me laugh because of the whole Turing Test thing.

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