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October 12 - October 19, 2022
This darkness you surround her with, your darkness, and this indifference to the ordinary ornaments of daily life—it’s as if she has food and drink and air but no sunlight. She can live but she can’t thrive. She can’t begin to grow into her remarkable abilities.”
When you’re young, you always want things to change. You want to grow up. You want to go to new places, do new things. But in the end, it’s the things like Christmas, the things that are always the same, that you love the most.
He was considering May’s words—kids are resilient—turning them over in his mind like a jeweler turning a gem in the light to see if it was real or paste.
“Before you lose things, you don’t really know you can lose them,”
His gallery of villains was vast, all-inclusive, filled to standing room only with almost everyone. The politicians of every stripe and the bankers and the billionaires and the feckless journalists—all had betrayed him. Ruined the economy and bailed out their rich friends while small businesses like his father’s horse farm were ruined. The stick-in-the-mud haters had rejected his sister.
Isolated—but not suspicious.
The “objective correlative” is a literary technique in which emotions are represented by outward symbols—as a lightning storm in a story might represent a character’s inner turmoil,
was sort of a silent trauma, one of those damaging blows that you don’t even feel at first, that you only come to understand as a trauma later because of the way it affects you.
Psychomachia. I don’t think I’ve ever heard that word before. What does it mean? Do you know?” Winter drew a deep breath and straightened in his chair. “It means a battle of the mind or of the soul. It’s sometimes used in literary studies to discuss a story or a poem in which each character represents a different aspect of a single person.
“Maybe a man’s life becomes an allegory when he tells it. It does work like that, you know. We reveal ourselves in the stories we tell.”
Government welfare drained the energies of private charity. The foster system replaced the orphanage. Faith began to fail and the church grew empty.
“We reveal ourselves in the stories we tell,”
