donderdag 6 september 2012

Mantel, Bring up the bodies

‘You’ll live.’ He once thought it himself, that he might die of grief. But the pulse, obdurate, keeps its rhythm. You think you cannot keep breathing, but your ribcage has other ideas, rising and falling, emitting sighs. You must thrive in spite of yourself; and so that you may do it, God takes out your heart of flesh, and gives you a heart of stone.

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