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Him standing here, at the back of the house, calling for the people who had fed him, swaddled him, rocked him to sleep, held his hand as he took his first steps, taught him to use spoon, to blow on broth before he ate it, to take care crossing the street, to let sleeping dogs lie, to swill out a cup before drinking, stay away from deep water.
It will lie at her very core, for the rest of her life.
— Feb 01, 2026 12:22PM
It will lie at her very core, for the rest of her life.
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His anger. at their spoiling seems to unsheathe itself and stretch out from him, like a rapier. Hamnet can feel the tip of it wander about the room, seeking an opponent, and he thinks for a moment of his mother's hazel strip, and the way it pulls itself towards water, except he is not an underground stream and his grandfather's anger is not like the quivering divining rod at all. It is cutting, sharp, unpredictable.
— Feb 01, 2026 12:37PM
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Every life has its kernel, its hub. It’s epicenter, from which everything flows out, to which everything returns. This moment is the absent mother's: the boy, the empty house, the deserted yard, the unheard cry.
— Feb 01, 2026 12:22PM
