...(on grief) ...
And you do come out of it, that’s true.
After a year, after five.
But you don’t come out of it like a train coming out of a tunnel, bursting through the downs into sunshine and that swift, rattling descent to the Channel; you come out of it as a gull comes out of an oil-slick.
You are tarred and feathered for life.”
― Julian Barnes, Flaubert's Parrot.
And you do come out of it, that’s true.
After a year, after five.
But you don’t come out of it like a train coming out of a tunnel, bursting through the downs into sunshine and that swift, rattling descent to the Channel; you come out of it as a gull comes out of an oil-slick.
You are tarred and feathered for life.”
― Julian Barnes, Flaubert's Parrot.
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