Robert Galbraith Quote

R’bin, he said, giving up and gazing down at her. R’bin, d’you know wadda kairos mo… He hiccoughed. Mo…moment is?A kairos moment? she repeated, hoping against hope it was not something sexual, something that she would not be able to forget afterwards, especially as the kebab shop owner was listening in and smirking behind them. No, I don’t. Shall we go back to the office?You don’t know whadditis? he asked, peering at her.No. ’SGreek, he told her. Kairos. Kairos moment. An’ it means, and from somewhere in his soused brain he dredged up words of surprising clarity, the telling moment. The special moment. The supreme moment.Oh please, thought Robin, please don’t tell me we’re having one.An’ d’you know what ours was, R’bin, mine an’ Charlotte’s? he said, staring into the middle distance, his unlit cigarette hanging from his hand. It was when she walk’d into the ward—I was in hosp’tal f’long time an’ I hadn’ seen her f’two years—no warning—an’ I saw her in the door an’ ev’ryone turned an’ saw her too, an’ she walked down the ward an’ she never said a word an, he paused to draw breath, and hiccoughed again, an’ she kissed me aft’ two years, an’ we were back together. Nobody talkin’. Fuckin’ beautiful. Mos’ beaut’ful woman I’ve ’ver seen. Bes’ moment of the whole fuckin’—’fmy whole fuckin’ life, prob’bly. I’m sorry, R’bin, he added, f’r sayin’ ‘fuckin’.’ Sorry ’bout that.Robin felt equally inclined to laughter and tears, though she did not know why she should feel so sad.