It's because she wants it told he thought so that people whom she will never see and whose names she will never hear and who have never heard her name nor seen her face will read it and know at last why God let us lose the War: that only through the blood of our men and the tears of our women could He stay this demon and efface his name and lineage from the earth.
I can't do nothing. Just put it off. And that don't do no good. I reckon it belong to me. I reckon what I going to get ain't no more than mine.
Beautiful lives women live women do. In very breathing they draw meat and drink from some beautiful attenuation of unreality in which the shades and shapes of facts of birth and bereavement$$$ of suffering and bewilderment and despair move with the substanceless decorum of lawn party charades$$$ perfect in gesture and without significance or any ability to hurt.
It is just dawn$$$ daylight: that gray and lonely suspension filled with the peaceful and tentative waking of birds. The air$$$ inbreathed$$$ is like spring water. He breathes deep and slow$$$ feeling with each breath himself diffuse in the natural grayness$$$ becoming one with loneliness and quiet that has never known fury or despair. "That was all I wanted$$$" he thinks$$$ in a quiet and slow amazement. "That was all$$$ for thirty years. That didn't seem to be a whole lot to ask in thirty years."
Old loves are dropped when new ones come.
Every man is like the company he won't to keep.
Attach yourself to what is spiritually superior$$$ regardless of what other people think or do. Hold to your true aspirations no matter what is going on around you.
The free development of each is the condition for the free development of all.
Don't do drugs$$$ don't have unprotected sex$$$ don't be violent. Leave that to me.
I think we've all lost some sort of feeling