Levin’s brother passes away in what is the most beautiful, haunting, and remorseless passage that underscores the brutal inevitability of death and the possibility of renewal. Just gorgeous writing. Look at this: “No sooner had the one mystery of death been accomplished before his eyes, and gone unfathomed, than another arose, equally unfathomed, which called to love and life” (p. 505). I mean, come on 🤯.
— Sep 18, 2024 06:46PM
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