Status Updates From The Vivisector

Why this dude loves to shift suddenly from 3rd person POV to 2nd person POV tho

He died on Tuesday of a stroke. ... I loved him, and couldn't have shown him even if I had been allowed. I think it is never possible to show those we love -- only to try to pick them up after they have fallen.

He knew that Mr. Spargo was one of those people to whom he would never have anything to say. You were happier with furniture.

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When she was ready she stooped and kissed you to show her love, but it was a level helping, like she doled out porridge or potato, to keep everybody quiet.

They talked about what was 'right' and 'honest', and the price of things, but people looked down at their plates if you said something was 'beautiful'.

He loved the feel of a smooth stone, or to take a flower to pieces, to see what there was inside. He loved the pepper tree breaking into light, and the white hens rustling by moonlight in the black branches, and the sleepy sound of the hen shit dropping. He could do nothing about it, though. Not yet. He could only carry all of it in his head. Not talk about it. Because Mumma and Pa would not have understood.