Lifted from these pages...

'...and the attention felt natural, even to me, though we'd rarely gotten it before. That was the thing about attention when it finally came: it never seemed amazing. It felt, if anything, maybe just a little LATE.'

(And you are redeemed; as you must learn to redeem yourself)


And that beautiful, beautiful poem: 

'O Western wind, when wilt thou blow/
That the small rain down can rain?/
Christ, that my love were in my arms/
And I in my bed again!'