Sublime

So she’s hiding her diary inside Proust, and he’s hiding his diary by writing in French. Secret French diaries seem to run in the family.”

‘An old woman without a man is the next thing to a ghost. No one needs her, folk are afraid of her, but mostly she isn’t seen.’

anarchist feminist Zen Buddhist novelist nun.

Nettie and he—a sort of perseverance, a persistent understanding. Where would Nettie have found strength for the unremitting concessions of daily life? She was precipitated from delight to lamentation without logical sequence, as though life were too short; she must cram everything in and perhaps sort it out later.

The glass wall she’d built around herself was disintegrating – she could almost see it happening; the fragments winking in the light like tiny mirrors.

Adrie

fugacious

Before what? Lucy wants to ask, but she can’t bring herself to intrude on the other woman’s memories, her grief.