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A revolution always seems, in retrospect, like an eruption: a massive upheaval that overturns everything, flips the tables, shatters the sky, fractures the earth. No one talks about how long a revolution takes or how boring it can be, how it can slowly chew time with grinding teeth before gulping it down all at once.

Their marriage had ceased to be conjugal; his body did not conjugate hers, there was no grammar between them.

Every family is a war but some are more civil than others.

'Don't do anything stupid. It's just a (disgusting) boy!!!!!'

[evergreen advice]

Now, as her baby wept for hunger and as she herself wept distractedly -- weeping was just what she did now, who she was -- Matha felt that dawning shock that comes when you look at yourself and see a person you once might have pitied.

What was the name of that poem again? The title bit the bait, but she could not reel it in. It thrashed under the surface of her mind.

[damn, that's a killer line]

I do seem plagued by the unpunishable crimes of others.