From The Invention of Wings -- His eyes widened, I hadnt imagined you would want to continue with your ambition after we married. Would you really want that? I would. With all my heart. His face furrowed. Forgive me, I only though that you chose it because youd given up on me. He thought my ambition was a consolation? Reflexively, I stood and took a few steps. I thought of the knowing that had come to me about my mission on the night I wrote to Handful. It was pure as the voice that had brought me north. When Id sewed the button on my dress, I knew it couldnt be undone. I turned back to him and saw he was on his feet, waiting. I cant be Rebecca, Israel. Her whole life was for you and the children, and I would love you no less than she did, but Im not like her. There are things I must do. Please, Israel, dont make me choose. He took my hands and kissed them, first one, the the other, and it came to me that Id spoken of love, but he had not. Hed spoken of caring, of need---his, the childrens, Green Hills. Wouldnt I, wouldnt we be enough for you? he said. You would be a wonderful wife, and the best of mothers. We would see to it that you never missed your ambition. It was his way of telling me. I could not have him and myself both. Is that ending stated conclusion valid? Isnt that too, how it is in living? We come to a conclusion in the here-and-now without fully thinking about the validity, rather the risk to us and our is the weight on which we hang. Does the conclusion display a hole in the love we most often experience? A clash opening a gash... Rhetorical. ----“I think you are wrong, Basil, but I wont argue with you. It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue.” youtube/watch?v=8mzjjVMUu0E
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 16:48:34 +0000
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