
Thanks Martha! It works :)

Interesting! I love your observations, John. I wonder if in some ways Bernard is assimilating them into himself, since he was/is the/their/our writer...? In that way, it doesn’t matter if they are dead because he (just like when reading the story) is stuck with what’s left of them in his memory (or what the author has chosen to tell us). I’m still working on this last Bernard section, so maybe there’s more to come...

My copy doesn’t have numbered chapter divisions...is it safe to assume I should read approximately 1/3 of the book for this Wednesday? If I’ve found the right place, the reading for next Wednesday starts, “The sun, risen, no longer couched on a green mattress darting a fitful glance...”?

Love that, Martha! The tension of being alive as codified by the way good/bad, useful/useless, etc. are inescapably bound? Kind of like the idea that you can’t have light without darkness? You’re making me think about it all over again, too :)

Love these! Thank you for the video and the poem...made it so much richer for me :)