The Hell of Conscious Failure
Sunday morning. Arabella is rendering lard. She will not have the books in the way, and her greasy fingers print the covers as she throws Jude's classics on the floor. He catches her arms. She takes the fight into the highway and performs abuse for passing couples. He walks to the pond, tests the ice, and finds he is not even dignified enough for suicide. Drinking, he decides, is the lower kind that fits.
Key Insight
A dream often dies in a kitchen before it dies in a letter. Watch for the day you stop defending the object that still has your name on it. Small domestic contempt can finish a future that no catastrophe has yet announced.
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