Patsy, that is a known moment in the novel.
I just checked.
Look, I have been thinking about you all night.

Dear Patsy,

I was rereading Norwegian Wood today, and I came across the line "Do you mind if I talk to you." It stopped me.
Norwegian Wood sounds like a song you would like.
You said that right as you stopped to cross the threshold into the kitchen. Do yhou know this book?

When I said goodbye to Patsy, my memory already shorn and buzzing, she had a Genet book in her hand. I asked which one; she answered in that slightly edged way she had—maybe The Maids, maybe not. All I know is: after Patsy, no one ever said “Genet” to me again.

Would call the above the Minerva version.
It left out Paradise.

POMPE
THRESHOLD
AUDITION
HEAVEN (Heaven in Patsy’s Eyes)
TEA!
CONVERSATION
SEDUCTION (SET HEART TO FIRE THEN SUN)
REVEAL
CHAOS
ANGER (Heaven in Anger)
COME HITHER
PATSY'S ASTONISHMENT (Runway Walk to Struck Pose)
SECONDS
CURSE
GATE
❤️

I just finished Martin Rees’s Our Final Hour. It feels like we’re in a hot-box prisoner’s dilemma built by Science itself: the same verifiability rules that gave us power now keep us from even thinking outside the frame that created the danger. Not anti-science; just naming the trap.

It could be a positive version of "The Birds" where Tippie Hedren gets flown around by friendly Raptors.

You walk away humiliated and ignored by a man who crosses the threshold, I guess without asking to cross? And has the whole brilliant hour parred away. Wakes up 32 years later. Now he must suffer.

The result is brilliant because it makes meaning out of annihilation. Never been done before.