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When God Was a Rabbit

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“Pero sobre todo escribí acerca de él, que ahora se llamaba Max, acerca de mi hermano, nuestro amigo, que llevaba diez días desaparecido. Y escribí acerca de lo que había perdido aquella mañana: el testigo de mi alma, mi sombra de la infancia, cuando los sueños eran pequeños y alcanzables para todos; cuando los dulces costaban un penique y Dios era un conejo.”

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“I’d been feeling like this for a while; the continual looking back the stuckness of it all. I blamed it on the coming new year only 4 1/2 months away when the clocks would read zero and we would start again, could start again, but I knew we wouldn’t. Nothing would. The world would be the same, just a little bit worse.”

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“You smell nice,’ she said. ‘Chanel,’ he said. ‘Wasted on you,’ she said and he reached into his bag and pulled out an almond tart. ‘Look what I’ve got,’ he said triumphantly as he lowered it under her nose. ‘Almonds,’ she said, ‘just like Paris.’ ‘For us to share,’ he said, ‘just like Paris.’ I never knew if she had any real appetite or not for she hadn’t eaten solids for days. But he broke a piece off and held it to her mouth and she ate hungrily for it was the memory she was tasting again and the memory tasted good. I moved a chair close to the bed for him and he sat down and held her hand. his own death he’d made peace with years ago but everyone else’s still frightened him and so he held her hand to not let her go. He held her hand because he wasn’t ready to let her go.”

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“I sat in front of the roaring hearth and watched the men play poker badly and loudly. My mother bent down and filled my wine glass. Maybe it was the angle or the light. Maybe it was simply her, but she looked so young that night. And Nancy must’ve noticed it too because I caught her looking at her as she carried in a tray of teas and it was a gaze I could see that extinguished all thoughts of her erratic marriage (A marriage that incidentally would never happen due to Detective Butler’s shameful ‘outing’ by national Inquirer magazine). Later, as my mother entered my room to say good night I sat up and said, ‘Nancy’s in love with you.’ ‘And I’m in love with her.’ ‘But what about dad?’ She smiled, ‘I’m in love with him too.’ ‘Oh. Is that allowed?’ She laughed and said, ‘for a child of sixties, Elle . . . I know. Bit of a letdown.’ ‘Never,’ she said. ‘Never. I love them differently that’s all. I don’t sleep with Nancy.’ ‘Oh God I don’t need to know that.’ ‘Yes you do. We play by our own rules Ellie always have. That’s all we can do. For us it works.’ And she leaned over and kissed me good night.”

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“Las tardes de verano se alargaron y sentí deseos de salir con ella al patio, para que el sol le diera en la cara, y ver aparecer, una vez más, sus pecas bronceadas. Quería llevarla de nuevo a mi piso, detrás de la calle Cloth Fair, el piso que me aconsejó que me quedara cinco minutos después de verlo por primera vez, el noviembre pasado. Deseaba sentarme con ella en el tejado y contemplar el barrio de Smithfield al amanecer, y ver cómo abrían el mercado de carne, como si se tratara de una floración gigante y nocturna. Quería que volviéramos a escuchar juntas las campanas de Bartholomew, mientras comíamos cruasanes, leíamos los periódicos del domingo y cotilleábamos sobre las personas que conocíamos. Pero, sobre todo, quería que volviera a estar bien y que se incorporara enseguida a la colorida vida londinense. Pero Ginger nunca volvió a salir al exterior y, al final, le dije que no se perdía gran cosa, porque lo habíamos hecho todo, lo habíamos vivido todo, ¿no? Así que no hacía falta.”

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“—¿Que si creo en un anciano de barba blanca que vive en las nubes y juzga a los mortales con un código moral de diez mandamientos? ¡Cielo santo, querida Elly, claro que no! Me habría expulsado de esta vida hace años por mi alocada historia. ¿Que si creo en un misterio, en el inexplicable fenómeno que constituye la vida misma? ¿Que si creo en algo más grande que nosotros y que ilumina la inconsecuencia de nuestras vidas? ¿En algo que nos da una razón por la que luchar y la humildad para purificarnos y empezar de nuevo? Entonces sí, sí que creo en él. Es la fuente del arte, de la belleza, del amor, y ofrece la bondad suprema a la humanidad. Esto es Dios para mí. Esto es la vida, y es en esto en lo que creo.”

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