“When she woke up crying for one of her nightmares, the Kolker would
stay with her,
brush her hair with his hands, collect her tears in
thimbles for her to drink the next morning
(The only way to overcome
sadness is to consume it, he said), and more than that:
once her eyes
closed and she fell back asleep, he was left to bear the insomnia.
There
was a complete transfer, like a speeding billiard ball colliding with a
resting one."
-- Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
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| Night mares 2-22-13 |
