“The tide of darkness seemed to sweep him back to her, postponing from moment to moment his entry into the world of guilt and sorrow.” – Flannery O’Connor, “Everything That Rises Must Converge.”
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“The tide of darkness seemed to sweep him back to her, postponing from moment to moment his entry into the world of guilt and sorrow.” – Flannery O’Connor, “Everything That Rises Must Converge.”
Quite nice, amiga.
Thank you, Amigo. Wish I had written it.
Extraordinary pace/rhythm as well as description and intimation of so much more….sigh. Of course, genius that she was, we are lucky to have these moments.