He was still immersed in the dim, wet wonder.... : Quote by Harold Brodkey

“ He was still immersed in the dim, wet wonder of the folded wings that might open if someone loved him; he still hoped, probably, in a butterfly's unthinking way, for spring and warmth. How the wings ache, folded so, waiting; that is, they ache until they atrophy. ”

Harold Brodkey
  • From : First Love and Other Sorrows: Stories
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