He and Werner eat their first meal in their starchy new uniforms at a long wooden table in the refectory. Some boys talk in whispers, some sit alone, some gulp food as if they have not eaten in days....
Gone or resolved to go; is there much difference?
Debussy’s ‘Clair de Lune.’
Artillery has stopped for the moment, and the predawn fires inside the walls take on a steady middle life, an adulthood.
Who stood by as the consequences
Speed, to hear their skates clapping along, then
Smoldering skeletons of the seafront
Purposefully in twos and threes into the streets:
N’est pas la r
That Dr. Hauptmann might have ties so far up—that the telephone on his desk connects him with men a hundred miles away who could probably wag a finger and send a dozen Messerschmitts streaming up from...
Someone touches his shoulder. He has to brace himself against the sloping wall to avoid falling over. Marie-Laure stands behind him in her nightdress. The violins spiral down, then back up. Etienne ta...
Silence is the fruit of occupation.
Open your eyes and see what you can with them before they close forever. The Blade and the Whelk The H
Marie-Laure from Jules Verne: Science, my lad, is made up of mistakes, but they are mistakes which it is useful to make, because they lead little by
It is nothing, Marie-Laure. Come now. Marie-Laure backs out. Below her, her great-uncle whispers nursery rhymes to himself. I can sit with him for a bit, Madame. Maybe we could read some more of our
But what was family? Surely more than genes, eye color, flesh. Family was story: truth and struggle and retribution. Family was time.
This window here, a boy once yelled, Watch
In this world, they do as they’re told, they get scared, they move about with only themselves in mind.
Himmelblau,
Have been friends. A reality more pleasant than