2007-03-18
And we love writers who find the words we do not
" He did not put on his hat right away. First he fingered it, deciding how his going would be, how to make it an exit, not an escape. And it was very important not to leave without looking. He stood up, turned and looked up the white stairs. She was there alright. Standing straight as a line with her back to him. He didn't rush to the door. He moved slowly and when he got there, he opened it before asking Sethe to put supper aside for him because he might be a little late getting back. Only then did he put on his hat.
"Sweet, she thought. He must think I can't bear to hear him say it. That after all I have told him and after telling me how many feet I have, "goodbye" would braek me to pieces. Ain't that sweet.
"'So long,' she murmured from the far side of the trees."
-Beloved, Toni Morrison
nothing ever happens at 3:23 p.m.