deep down in the marrow of our bones. We’re very at home there, it was our
native environment for hundreds and thousands of years. So even just to rest
our eyes on it is to feel consoled and reunited. Like a blood transfusion, is
how he puts it.'
'The story ends. It was written for several reasons. Nine of them are
secrets. The tenth is that one should never cease considering human love, which
remains as grisly and golden as ever, no matter what is tattooed upon the warm
'A word of warning: that morning when I sharpened a pencil and spelt it out in capital letters, I meant it. And another thing, darling: as I ran my gently trembling tongue along the gummed edge of the envelope, I was smiling.'