"How does it end?" "In failure .... death of the child. The ghost wins."
The wind blows light up from the coals and I see Sylvia look at me startled. "But thats another land and another time," I say. "Here life is the end and ghosts have no meaning. I believe that. I believe in all this too," I say, looking out at the darkened prairie, "although I'm not sure of what it all means yet.... I'm not sure of much of anything these days. Maybe that's why I talk so much." ZAMM 55 > squonk: The implications for this view are bleak, i know. > Perhaps cynicism has its season... Indeed I cannot disagree. Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/
