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raybear"It was gone, of course, but there was something else, something worse. She had made all these choices. She had discarded this and retained that and it hadn't mattered."
and also.
"Pauline had been quite right about the whales. Had they not cried out in the days of their destruction with exquisite and anguished song? Yet their pursuers, with a purppose unfathomable, wanted only to extinguish them. Indeed, man had reveled in the fine red mists that fell, as though from heaven, from the great collapsing hearts to herald the harried and bewildered creatures' deaths.
The inn where we had taken lodging was now in sight. I thought once again of the debt I owe Pauline. I owe her everything I am. I would even prefer that she would leave this life, in time, before me, though I do not feel strongly about this. Even so, it is proof of her success with me that I could entertain such a thought. One of us will be first, in any case, and until then, we have each other."
-- Joy Williams, Substance and ACK, respectively, from the collection of short stories Honored Guest
That last line of the story just broke me last night. I love reminders of why I love writing.
and also.
"Pauline had been quite right about the whales. Had they not cried out in the days of their destruction with exquisite and anguished song? Yet their pursuers, with a purppose unfathomable, wanted only to extinguish them. Indeed, man had reveled in the fine red mists that fell, as though from heaven, from the great collapsing hearts to herald the harried and bewildered creatures' deaths.
The inn where we had taken lodging was now in sight. I thought once again of the debt I owe Pauline. I owe her everything I am. I would even prefer that she would leave this life, in time, before me, though I do not feel strongly about this. Even so, it is proof of her success with me that I could entertain such a thought. One of us will be first, in any case, and until then, we have each other."
-- Joy Williams, Substance and ACK, respectively, from the collection of short stories Honored Guest
That last line of the story just broke me last night. I love reminders of why I love writing.
