Status Updates From Faithful Are the Wounds

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Very much historical fiction, of its time, a really difficult time in US history when we, as a nation, attacked the other even if they were us. But this is written on a very personal level.

One cannot wish the people one loves to be other than they are.

...when Edward lifted his head, his eyes were blazing.... "Scholarship of the only kind I respect will have a hard time existing from now on, I mean scholarship which has some relationship to the world in which it exists," he said, hammering out each word.

She stopped every now and then to look up from the shadowy garden to the extraordinarily luminous lavender sky overhead, where already the moon was brightening, white gold over the deep red gold of the maple leaves. Has the light in October always been like this? she asked herself. She did not remember an autumn of such radiant skies, an autumn of such pure gold... [signs of Sarton the poet]

Every day now it seemed as if chaos and uncertainty came a step nearer--now, at the meeting, this flare-up between Edward and Damon. "The state of the world," as she called everything that troubled her, was breaking into the most secret places, the intimate circle, the final bastion. And for the first time in many years, she doubted herself. She felt frightened of what lay ahead.