"Waft," I said. "That sounds nice."
Then I felt something go over me - a shadow, a chastening. I heard the silly sound of my own voice against the truth of the lives laid down here. Lives pressed down, like layers of rotting fabric, disintegrating dark leaves. The old pain and privation. How strange, indulged, and culpable they would find us - three middle-aged people still stirred up about love, or sex. (p. 196)"/>

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" Afflictions sore long time she bore,
Physicians were in vain,
Till God did please to give her ease,
And waft her from her Pain."
"Waft," I said. "That sounds nice."
Then I felt something go over me - a shadow, a chastening. I heard the silly sound of my own voice against the truth of the lives laid down here. Lives pressed down, like layers of rotting fabric, disintegrating dark leaves. The old pain and privation. How strange, indulged, and culpable they would find us - three middle-aged people still stirred up about love, or sex. (p. 196) "

― Alice Munro , The Moons of Jupiter

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Alice Munro quote : <i>Afflictions sore long time she bore,<br />Physicians were in vain,<br />Till God did please to give her ease,<br />And waft her from her Pain.</i>"Waft," I said. "That sounds nice."
Then I felt something go over me - a shadow, a chastening. I heard the silly sound of my own voice against the truth of the lives laid down here. Lives pressed down, like layers of rotting fabric, disintegrating dark leaves. The old pain and privation. How strange, indulged, and culpable they would find us - three middle-aged people still stirred up about love, or sex. (p. 196)" style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>
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