The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter

Or perhaps, when there is love, the widowed must stay for the resurrection of the beloved—so that the one who has gone is not really dead, but grows and is created for a second time in the soul of the living? Why?

You think out everthing in your brain. While us rather talk from something in our hearts that has been there for a long time. That’s one of them differences

‘It look to me like us is always arguing even when we sitting perfectly quiet like this

Doctor Copeland always spoke so carefully that each syllable seemed to be filtered through his sullen, heavy lips. ‘No, I have not eaten

‘The dark suits me,’ he said

‘How have you been since we were last together? You and your husband—and your brother?’

He did not wholly understand the intricate play of ideas and the complex phrases, but as he read he sensed a strong, true purpose behind the words and he felt that he almost understood

Everybody is blind, dumb, and blunt-headed—stupid and mean

But he was lonesome.

Words came to him and dreamily he spoke them aloud to himself.

‘Resentment is the most precious flower of poverty. Yeah