: And the noises - hooting owls and another fainter rustling sound; and then ... blessed silence, which he greeted with choking relief and gratitude, as if he had received a reassuring message from nature itself. All was well, all would be well. It was not that he entertained any fantasy of being invulnerable, Ryszard was too rational for that. But nothing could rout his intense feeling of well-being and self-approval. Even if my life ended now, he said to himself, I would still think, My God, what a journey I have made. Susan Sontag, In America
Posted on: Wed, 27 Nov 2013 11:50:39 +0000
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