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The Great Ordeal / Re: [TGO Spoilers] Best bits of the Great Ordeal.
« on: March 08, 2017, 04:52:15 pm »
I REALLY LIKED THIS:
I'm not a mom, but this really got to me as a parent--
TGO P. 34
"Nothing could be so absent--so missing--as a lost child. They dwell so close, more here than here, ducking fingers that would tickle, convulsing with laughter, gazing with thoughtless adoration, lazing on your knees, or your hip, or in the crook of your arm, their body always there, always waiting to be clasped and hoisted, pressed against the bosom they took as their throne. Let the Inchausti scowl! Let men disapprove! What did they know of motherhood, the mad miracle of finding your interior drawn from you, clinging and bawling and giggling and learning everything there was to learn anew?"
Also this from p. 35
"Something ruthless dwells within every mother, a capacity born of plague and tribulation and children buried. She was impervious; the hard realities of the World merely broke their nails for clawing. She turned away, strode back into the shadowy palace with a kind of weary resignation--as though she played at something that had cracked her patience long before. She had not so much abandoned hope as shouldered it aside."
I'm not a mom, but this really got to me as a parent--
TGO P. 34
"Nothing could be so absent--so missing--as a lost child. They dwell so close, more here than here, ducking fingers that would tickle, convulsing with laughter, gazing with thoughtless adoration, lazing on your knees, or your hip, or in the crook of your arm, their body always there, always waiting to be clasped and hoisted, pressed against the bosom they took as their throne. Let the Inchausti scowl! Let men disapprove! What did they know of motherhood, the mad miracle of finding your interior drawn from you, clinging and bawling and giggling and learning everything there was to learn anew?"
Also this from p. 35
"Something ruthless dwells within every mother, a capacity born of plague and tribulation and children buried. She was impervious; the hard realities of the World merely broke their nails for clawing. She turned away, strode back into the shadowy palace with a kind of weary resignation--as though she played at something that had cracked her patience long before. She had not so much abandoned hope as shouldered it aside."