Jan 21, 2009 17:32
As I read this book for (astonishingly) the first time, I am struck by the supreme authenticity of this description of a taunt that I used to exhaustion as an unruly child leading others astray:
" I'm going up the mountain to look for the beast- now."
Then the supreme sting, the casual, bitter word. "Coming?"
At that word the other boys forgot their urge to be gone and turned back to sample this fresh rub of two spirits in the dark. The word was too good, too bitter, too successfully daunting to be repeated."
Succinctly put, so I will say no more.
caution to the wind,
oh the memories