Anodyne
Sunday, April 29, 2007
 
A Life, and an Oeuvre, Plagued by Shadows

"For a moment Bryce stood quiet, staring at him. Then he walked around the table and, kneeling, laid his arm across Newton's back, and held him gently, feeling the light body trembling in his hands like the body of a delicate, fluttering, anguished bird.

The bartender had come over and when Bryce looked up the bartender said, 'I'm afraid that the fellow needs help.'

'Yes,' Bryce said. 'Yes, I guess he does.'"
- posted by cjb @ 11:22 AM


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