the women wear their dark hair pulled back. they wear fur coats or fur collars on dark wool coats. their lips are smooth and red. they have never gone to sleep and dreamed that they were in nebraska. —ann patchett, the magician's assistantthink about this. i am reading the magician's assistant right now and for some reason this line struck me more than any other so far, and i'm further than halfway through. these women are parisian, cozy in their metropolitan corner. what would it be like not to dream of paris? it just made me think of what it would be like not to imagine or know of certain places.