flexed and wondered

posted on: June 14, 2010

She raised one hand and flexed its fingers and wondered, as she had sometimes before, how this thing, this machine for gripping, this fleshy spider on the end of her arm, came to be hers, entirely at her command. Or did it have some little life of its own? She bent her finger and straightened it. The mystery was in the instant before it moved, the dividing moment between not moving and moving, when her intention took effect. It was like a wave breaking. If she could only find herself at the crest, she thought, she might find the secret of herself, that part of her that was really in charge.

Atonement by Ian McEwan, Chapter 3 

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9 thought{s}:

  1. That was one of my favorite passages in that book. Thanks for reminding me of it!

  2. you're lds!

    .. so are we!

    great photos

  3. like butter to my literary palate. thanks b.

  4. Ian McEwan's prose is ambrosia for deadened souls. I love that man.

  5. Ian McEwan writes the most beautiful prose. Yum.

  6. this is beautiful.

    london soon, yes?

  7. I love this, so beautifully written :)


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