He Hoped the Bills Would Not Be Paid
Homais writes old Rouault something that is not a fact. The father leaves Bertaux in torment, sees omens, drinks coffee, imagines her dead on the road, arrives with girths dripping blood. Consumption's last invoices include people who were never on the account. A vague sentence is enough to put a horse on the road toward a funeral that has already happened.
Key Insight
Bills are not the only paper that travels. Managed language still spends other people's bodies. If you delay the truth, someone else will ride on a rumour you could have written clearly.
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