“Sepp thought of death, and for him death was her, and following that, death was beautiful. Before one knows death, it stands a force all its own. But once it digs its claws into skin which fore knew your kisses, death permanently attaches itself to all memories of that skin. They become death, and death is no more simply evil or feared, but from then on has an element of love to it which you never noticed before. So death smiled at Sepp with his beloved’s lips, and reached for him with her slender fingers, and he longed for them both.”
Whoa. Inexplicably working on my novel for the first time in 8 months. Rediscovery is pleasant. I love these people.
