Status Updates From A Year of Marvellous Ways

I too understand the madness that ensues when someone you love dies. But I kept mine clothed. Respectable. I kept mine hidden so as not to frighten people. But it was there, behind my job, behind my eyes. My grief – because I was respectable – was not misinterpreted. I too went mad, Mr. Drake. But I still polished my shoes.

He said his heart never started beating again, it just started working, and I never understood the difference, not until I was much older anyway, when I learned that coming back from the dead is not quite the same as coming back to life.

He ate the last of his bread and realized it wasn't hunger that he felt but loneliness. It was an empty space where his heart should have been. That's when he decided to return to England. He needed to find something that belonged in his chest, if only to stop the hunger.