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“My sweetheart” Harold says again, and he wants him to stop; he wants him to never stop. “My baby.” And he cries and cries, cries for everything he has been, for everything he might have been, for every old hurt, for every old happiness, cries for the shame and joy of finally getting to be a child, with all of a child’s whims and wants and insecurities, for the privilege of behaving badly and being forgiven, for the luxury of tenderness, of fondness, of being served a meal and being made to eat it, for the ability, at last, at last of believing a parents’ reassurances, of believing that to someone he is special despite all his mistakes and hatefulness, because of all his mistakes and hatefulness.”

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“But although he was a man who kept his promises, there was a part of him that always wondered why he had never raised the issue with Jude, why he had never made him discuss what i felt like, why he had never dared to do what instinct told him to do a hundred times: to sit down beside him and rub his legs, to try to knead back into submission those misfiring nerve endings. Instead here he was in the bathroom, making busywork for himself as, a few yards away, one of his dearest friends sat alone on a disgusting sofa, making the slow, sad, lonely journey back to consciousness, back to the land of the living, without anyone at all by his side.”

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“The other aspect of those weekday-evening trips he loved was the light itself, how it filled the train like something living as the cars rattled across the bridge, how it washed the weariness from his seatmates' faces and revealed them as they were when they first came to the country, when thy were young and America seemed conquerable. He'd watch that kind light suffuse the car like syrup, watch it smudge furrows from foreheads, slick gray hairs into gold, gentle the aggressive shine from cheap fabrics into something lustrous and fine. And then the sun would drift, the car rattling uncaringly away from it, and the world would return to its normal sad shapes and colors, the people to their normal sad state, a shift as cruel and abrupt as if it had been made by a sorcerer's wand.”

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“En esos momentos desearía creer que existe algún tipo de vida después de la muerte, y que en otro universo, tal vez en un pequeño planeta rojo donde no tenemos piernas sino colas, donde chapoteamos por la atmósfera como focas y el aire, compuesto de trillones de moléculas de proteínas y azúcar, es nuestro alimento, y todo lo que hay que hacer para seguir vivo y sano es abrir la boca e inhalar, tal vez estáis los dos juntos. O tal vez él está aún más cerca y es ese gato gris que se sienta en el alféizar de la ventana de nuestros vecinos y ronronea cuando alargo la mano para tocarlo; tal vez es el cachorro que tira de la correa de otro de mis vecinos, o el niño de dos años que vi correr por la plaza hace un par de meses gritando regocijado mientras sus padres resoplaban detrás de él, o esa flor que se ha abierto de pronto en el rododendro que había dado por muerto; tal vez es esa nube, esa ola, esa lluvia, esa niebla. De modo que intento ser amable con todo lo que veo y en todo lo que veo lo veo a él.”

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