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1 " …if I had assumed a beach it was because of that other shipwreck in my brain,[/]where early early[/]and from the start[/]I had figmented a sandbar the color of gold,[/]and a yellow shoal glowering with mist,[/]and rocking there a figure tugged[/]and secreted like a sculpture by tide,[/]or like the raised effigy on a coin of some overrun civilization,[/]the lineaments of its caesar’s profile swathed in undersea moss,[/]the eye of a rubbed freckle,[/]the noble nose worn to a snub,[/]conquest sea-dyed pale dead tan.[/]My father’s body lay in my brain,[/]and in the same sea-vessel[/]yet elsewhere on still another beach[/]the body of my governess spread itself flat on a flat rock,[/]sporting motionless;[/]and here is the lizard of my father’s tread, crouching;[/]and Palestine burning;[/]while beyond, in the water, as they join,[/]a book opens wings without lungs and drowns. "
― Cynthia Ozick , Trust
2 " Nothing in the world can be sustained, neither bugles nor hope nor woe nor desire nor common well-being nor horns, and even redemption, that suspect covenant, can be revised by the bitter and loveless Christ to whom nothing, not even life, is irretrievable. "
3 " James (like the far more visceral Conrad) seizes your life. "