John Fowles Quote
She died.I had to prompt him.Soon after?In the early hours of February the nineteenth, 1916. I tried to see the expression on his face, but it was too dark. There was a typhoid epidemic. She was working in a hospital.Poor girl.All past. All under the sea.You make it seem present.I do not wish to make you sad.The scent of lilac.Old man's sentiment. Forgive me.There was a silence between us. He was staring into the night. The bat flitted so low that I saw its silhouette for a brief moment against the Milky Way.Is this why you never married?The dead live.The blackness of the trees. I listened for footsteps, but none came. A suspension.How do they live?And yet again he let the silence come, as if the silence would answer my questions better than he could himself; but just when I had decided he would not answer, he spoke.By love.
She died.I had to prompt him.Soon after?In the early hours of February the nineteenth, 1916. I tried to see the expression on his face, but it was too dark. There was a typhoid epidemic. She was working in a hospital.Poor girl.All past. All under the sea.You make it seem present.I do not wish to make you sad.The scent of lilac.Old man's sentiment. Forgive me.There was a silence between us. He was staring into the night. The bat flitted so low that I saw its silhouette for a brief moment against the Milky Way.Is this why you never married?The dead live.The blackness of the trees. I listened for footsteps, but none came. A suspension.How do they live?And yet again he let the silence come, as if the silence would answer my questions better than he could himself; but just when I had decided he would not answer, he spoke.By love.