The New Life

by Tom Crewe

They had found in each other something neither had found in quite the same way with anyone else.

And he thought to himself, I am in love. I am in love. I am in love.

“Could you manage to be content with me, all through life?”

And John knew that he loved intensely this moment of surrender; that he wanted to witness it again and again.

No two people need be everything to each other.” “You have become everything.”

I am only loneliness without you.”

Give abnormal love the same chance as normal love,

Everything I have ever read in books or seen in plays; everything I have seen in my life of ordinary love, I have known in inverted form. It cannot ever seem unnatural or abnormal, because it has been natural and spontaneous in me.”

Desire was like a knife at his throat. He was the knife, waiting in the dark.

“She has no choice.” Carpenter turned down his mouth. “The condition of woman.”

I am merely a pit dug for you to empty yourself in. I am merely flesh, fitted to receive your waste.”

Not for the book to form, to swell briefly in suspense, and then fall noiselessly into vanishment, like a raindrop slipping from a leaf into a pond. This was not disaster, but nor was it success.

It was with him still: the feeling of waiting for the curtain to go up.