“They used to go upstairs together…”

They used to go upstairs together on tiptoe, each with a candle, and on the third landing exchange reluctant goodnights. They used to kiss. He remembered well her eyes, the touch of her hand and his delirium . . . .

But delirium passes. He echoed her phrase, applying it to himself: “What am I to do?”

James Joyce

The Boarding House, 1914

Copyright 2013 by T. E. Wilson. All rights reserved.

Copyright 2013 by T. E. Wilson. All rights reserved.

“So, when you think of her… do you think of her as a friend or as a lover?” she asked.

“Is there a difference?” he replied.

A snippet from a conversation had long ago.

 

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