Donnerstag, Mai 04, 2006

Kalte Liebe

And he remembered thinking then that if she died, he was certain he wouldn't cry. For it would be the dying of an unknown, a street face, a newspaper image, and it was suddenly so very wrong that he had begun to cry, not at death but the thought of not crying at death, a silly empty woman, while the hungry snake made her still more empty.

Ray Bradbury