"Breakfast at Tiffany's" [.]
Jun. 7th, 2005 11:08 amIn both "The Diamond Guitar" and "House of Flowers" ('The house where they lived and worked was rickety, thin as a steeple, and frosted with fragile, bougainvillaea-vined balconies.'), love is compromised, but remains tender.
- But now her smile was fragmentary, it clung to her lips like cake crumbs.
- grinned at her like split watermelons
- Of the seasons, spring is the most shattering
- (shelling pecan:) Caarackle! A cheery crunch, scraps of miniature thunder sound as the shells collapse and the golden mound of sweet oily ivory meat mounts in the milk-glass bowl.
- The black stove, stoked with coal and firewood, glows like a lighted pumpkin.
- In answer, my friend gently reflects: "I doubt it. There's never two of anything."
- Home: Queenie slumps by the fire and sleeps till tomorrow, snoring loud as a human.
- Out (the light) goes, exposing the starlight, the stars spinning at the
window like a visible caroling that slowly, slowly daybreak silences.
Commencement season: Stephen King advocates stewardship rather than ownership mentality; Barbara Kingsolver - "Scarcity is the mother of morality."