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Dreadful Beauty
‘The Hours’ by Michael Cunningham
‘It is possible to die, Laura thinks suddenly, of how
she - how anyone - can make a choice like that. It is a reckless,
vertiginous thought, slightly disembodied - it announces itself
inside her head, faintly but distinctly, like a voice crackling
from a distant radio station. She could decide to die. It is
an abstract, shimmering notion, not particularly morbid... it
could, she thinks, be deeply comforting; it might feel so free:
to simply go away. To say to them all, I couldn't manage, you
had no idea; I didn't want to try anymore. There might, she
thinks be a dreadful beauty in it.'
Featured in thisisamagazine.com,
issue10, Chaos Happens. |
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