Jul 26, 2008 12:53
The moment that tried me the most sorely came when, as the interview drew to a close, my mother took from her handbag a fat wedge of crosswords neatly clipped from the back page of The Times. She had saved the crossword everyday since I had been away, removing the answers from the previous day's puzzles with completely straight, careful scissors strokes. When she pushed them under the window and I saw what they were I made a choking noise and closed my eyes. I tried to smile and I tried not to breathe in, because I knew that if I breathed in the choke would turn into a series of huge heaving sobs that might never end.
There was more love in every straightly snipped cut than one might think was contained in the whole race of man.
- Moab is My Washpot, Stephen Fry
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