LATE FRAGMENT And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so? I did. And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.
a relevant ending of a story
He and Anna Sergeevna loved each other like very close, dear people, like husband and wife, like tender friends; it seemed to them that fate itself had destined them for each other, and they could not understand why he had a wife and she a husband; and it was as if they were two birds of passage, a male and a female, who had been caught and forced to live in separate cages. They had forgiven...
for pounding everything conventional into the ground. The conversation that follows, taken from Hemingway’s short story “Soldier’s Home,” is so familiar to me: ”Have you decided what you are going to do yet, Harold?” his mother said, taking off her glasses. ”No,” said Krebs. ”Don’t you think it’s...
what thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman
I had imagined him waving to me from a ferry in Brooklyn then quietly disappearing behind a coat of fog. Now I see him differently—a Santa Claus bearing candy canes to a ward full of amputated young boy soldiers. Chris Adrian’s historical fiction piece “Every Night for a Thousand Years” (which can be accessed here:...
And joy suddenly stirred in his soul, and he even stopped for a moment to catch...– Chekhov’s The Student