Gorgeous work on restraint as its own reward. The line about restraint being vintage Bordeaux while others gulp Zinfandel captures something I've noticed watching people confuse intensity with depth. The ending turn from rejection to curation is sharp, like the narrator finally gets that being left out in the rain wasn't cruelty, jsut a different kind of elegance playing out. That precision in the prose mirrors the themes perfectly.
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Gorgeous work on restraint as its own reward. The line about restraint being vintage Bordeaux while others gulp Zinfandel captures something I've noticed watching people confuse intensity with depth. The ending turn from rejection to curation is sharp, like the narrator finally gets that being left out in the rain wasn't cruelty, jsut a different kind of elegance playing out. That precision in the prose mirrors the themes perfectly.
ok read it twice more slowly the second time will return for a third after tea
Same here. Just as this beautiful part: "Pages turn with the gravitas of someone
who has read the last sentence and returned anyway
to savor the syntax’s slow bleed."
Lovely piece!