There's a lot under the surface of life, everyone knows that. A lot of malice and dread and guilt, and so much loneliness, where you wouldn't really expect to find it, either....
My reputation is largely the creature of the kindly imaginings of my flock, whom I chose not to disillusion, in part because the truth had the kind of pathos in it that would bring on sympathy in its least bearable forms.
Well, my life was known to them all, every significant aspect of it, and they were tactful.
I've spent a good share of my life comforting the afflicted, but I could never endure the thought that anyone should try to comfort me, except Boughton, who always knew better than to talk much.'
- John Ames, in Marilynne Robinson's Gilead (pages 6 & 46)
(What's she's able to capture here--I'm not sure it could be said better)
(What's she's able to capture here--I'm not sure it could be said better)
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