Posted by Kate on January 29, 1998 at 22:46:23:
I found this description of Elizabeth Leplastrier's grief disturbingly accurate.
From Chapter 22
"It was like a punch in the stomach. It caught her hard and winded her. She steadied herself against the daub-dusty wall, her mouth wide open, her hand patting her neat braided hair. A great gust of grief blew down her opne mouth, so much air she could barely stand. She was a sail. A great hard curve pushed inwards inside her guts."
The contrast between inner agony and outer composure is extraordinary.
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