If this had been it, if I had died then, I would have said it was enough.
Sometimes he will bend forward to the window and regard a building or a square with a mournful fixity, as if to impress its image upon his memory and to bid it goodbye.
I felt a sudden anxiety to protect him from a realization of what he had done. Remorse is not for the elderly. When it comes to them, it is not purging or uplifting, but merely degrading and wretched, like a bladder disease.
It was no use. The dreams were in Isaac’s mind, and there was no escape. He dreamed that he dreamed other people’s dreams, and realized that his dream was true.
When it rustled and rattled just above the ground it was the wind in the maize fields - where it sounded so much like rain that you were taken in, time after time, and even got a certain content from it, as if you were at least shown the thing you longer for acted on a stage - and not the rain.