Days Without End

by Sebastian Barry

Time was not something then we thought of as an item that possessed an ending, but something that would go on forever, all rested and stopped in that moment. Hard to say what I mean by that. You look back at all the endless years when you never had that thought.

That human will. You got to give homage to it. I seen it many times. It ain’t so rare. But it is the best of us.

We may be black-hearted men when our turn comes but there is a seam in men called justice that nothing burns off complete.

I am easy as a woman, taut as a man.