Sublime

As they had all realised in their loneliness on Innsbruck station, the English and Americans have not yet discovered Italy as a winter sports’ country. No other English voices greeted them.

white folk out there feel their hearts warm to each other as they never do here at home.

But soon we shall die and all memory of those five will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love,

It was an unspoken knowledge they both had, that the possibilities they imagined and elaborated were gestures of love and a celebration of the life they had together now.

Bâtard-Montrachet

‘The more one knows about natives the less can one say what they will or won’t do.’

“Snows of Kilimanjaro”

“You’re a good man,” she said. “I’ve never known anyone like you.”