Saturday, July 5, 2014

Daily Dose

From The Prospector, by J. M. Le Clezio, translated by Carol Marks


"She stared with gaping eyes as the roar of the wind made our hearts miss a beat.  I didn't think of anything and I couldn't say a word.  Even if I had wanted to talk there was so much noise that Mam and Laure couldn't have heard me.  It was an endless rip tearing into the center of the earth, a wave of destruction unfurling slowly and inexorably over us.

It lasted for a long time and we fell through the torn sky, through the split earth."

From Boucan, 1892

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