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“Everything he had wanted to be, she was offering him. She had been given to him as a blessing, a proof of God. He had never really been paid. He had never been paid in the one true coin. She had held him casually in her hand, he had known what she was thinking. They might have lain like that and talked for days or been silent. The afternoon had been unforgettable.”

‘I’m having a lot of trouble,’ she said. ‘I can’t seem to do things, I don’t know why. When you die,’ she said, ‘what do you think happens to you?’
‘You’re not going to die.’
‘I know, but what do you think happens?’
‘Something glorious.’
‘Oh, Philip. Only you would say something like that. Do you know what I think?’
‘What?’
‘I think that whatever you believe will happen’

“You lived, said Lorca, by dying and being remembered. Meija’s death, in 1934, was like an apprenticeship for his own, prefigured but not yet known. The fierce storm that would tear the country apart was already gathering. The boy with the white sheet was coming, the bucket of quicklime was ready, and the smoothed-over dirt of the bull ring was already in shadows.”

“He loved her for not only what she was but what she might be, the idea that she might be otherwise did not occur to him or did not matter. Why would it occur? When you love you see a future according to your dreams.”