'Whenever I don't know what to do, I watch what I am doing.'
Elizabeth Strout, Oh William! p.155.
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Saturday, 22 January 2022
THE LONELINESS OF GRIEF
'Grief is such a - oh, it is such a solitary thing; this is the terror of it, I think. It is like sliding down the outside of a really long glass building while nobody sees you.'
Elizabeth Strout, Oh William! p.3.
Sunday, 11 November 2018
THE PASTORAL POWER OF A CUP OF TEA
'Dottie suddenly asked the woman if she would like a cup of tea, and Shelley said, "Oh, wouldn't that be nice," and so they sat in the living room, which was really the lounge. Shelly Small didn't take more than one sip of the tea; that was just a prop, as they would say in the world of theatre, just a piece of furniture, so to speak, allowing her to sit in Dottie's house on the autumn day while the light shifted through the room. That cup of tea, Dottie saw, gave her permission to talk.'
Elizabeth Strout, Anything is Possible, p.187.
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