Joyce

“Then suddenly, months of patience suffering gave way to anger. His heart cried out savagely to its maker, insisting upon being heard.
– If I must live –, it said – and live ad live, you cannot leave me. You cannot leave us!
– Either restore us all to life –, it said, – or teach me to die.
This was no self-pitying prayer. It was a howl of indignation, as if some creature bound hand and foot were rattling its chains. The whole house groaned, and the sighing of it was heard within the halls of heaven.”
― Sylvia Waugh, Mennyms Alone