Sublime

‘Sometimes,’ said Thomas, wiping his eyes, ‘I have the strangest feeling that things happen not one after the other, but all at once. I felt it years ago, in Lowlands House, and here it is again. I can’t explain it, only tell you that this afternoon I’m a young man in winter and someone’s handed me a baby at a funeral – but also that I’m fifty, and

“He would talk about Murder in the Cathedral and T. S. Eliot and he would read poetry and he would talk about architecture in a different way,”

The air was damp with the unsavoury tang of ammonia and slurry clay.

provisional,

Ezekiel 10

reconciled

androgynous