Monday, January 16, 2012

...These Are My Lilies

"... Au fond, ça m'est bien égal. All I know is that while the Haze woman and I went down the steps into the breathless garden, my knees were like reflections of knees in rippling water, and my lips were like sand, and-

 'That was my Lo,' she said, 'and these are my lilies.'

'Yes," I said, 'yes. They are beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.'"