Friday, September 20, 2019
From Collected Novels and Plays, by James Merrill
"Within her range of vision stood a plant that had stalks covered with pink bristles, and big triangular leaves, greeny brown, each of which seemed to have split open to reveal a jagged form, membranous and pink. It wasn't a plant she would have chosen for display in a hospital. Now I'll be sick, she thought."
From The Seraglio, Chapter 15