I
checked the arrangement of pebbles in the mud between us. “He said something
good to me the other day. He knows I am so very awfully afraid of dying.”
“But
he is a soldier, is he not?”
“Oh,
he gets it now, since he knows me. So, I was trying to sugar down the events of
… what happened in that midway house when Morphei lost it … My heart could have
failed and it would not be the first time Morphei almost separated my self from
my body. Either for malicious or annoitive ambition, he would end my myselfness
to render me either gone or … someone else. Anyway. Sepp is calm about such
things and I could never understand how he could be so despondent – and he's
not. He said he is grateful. He said: No amount of days knowing you would be enough. But we had a good run. You
had chocolate every day, good sex every day, you read so many poems and you
travelled everywhere, sharp pencils and blunt swords. You saved a life. You saw
so much art and were asked to make so many decisions. Who, in measure of hand
dealt to humans, could have had a better run?..”
“He
is strange for a soldier.”
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