From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale
People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.
--Diane Setterfield
3 comments:
I love girl babies. I want to hold her. NOW.
You know I'm jealous that you are having a girl, and that you get to have the lace and ribbons! But, babies just in general can be the absolute most fun! I hope you are able to just relax, Cause' if there was one thing I was when I was preggo, it was tired! love ya
You know I was siding with Scott on this one, and now you have tons of baby clothes to supplement whatever you get at your shower.
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