Sunday, November 19, 2006

Passages

From Anil's Ghost, by Michael Ondaatje.

'I've had friends die who were my age, but I miss that old man more. I suppose I was expecting him to teach me how to be old.'* (p. 47)

This was sunstroke or dengue fever or malaria. When they got back to Colombo she would have tests done. 'It's the sun,' Sarath murmured. 'I'll buy you a bigger hat. I'll buy you a bigger hat. I'll buy you a bigger hat.'* (p. 60)

He stood facing Anil, his arms straight down. He was thin, like some lost animal, some idea.

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