“…. And, fumbling at her back with the task of hooking the fastener, biting her lip, she became aware that she has been staring for some time now at the empty bird cage suspended from the ceiling. She ceases her fumbling and lets her hands and bra drop gradually to her sides. In the cage a long solitary filament of cobwebs hangs from the little swing, laden with dust. That’s about as birdless as a cage can get, she thinks. Should have bought another bird. Hank had even offered once to drive her to Eugene for just that purpose. She always liked canaries. She should have got herself another one. She still could. The next trip to Eugene she could . . .” —Ken Kesey (Sometimes a Great Notion)
Posted on: Thu, 29 Aug 2013 23:10:46 +0000