Barret thinks- he thinks, briefly- of turning around and leaving the park; of being, this time, the vanisher, the man who leaves you wondering, who offers no explanation, not even the sour satisfaction of a real fight; who simply drifts away, because (it seems) there’s affection and there’s sex but there’s no urgency, no little hooks clasping little eyes; no binding, no dogged devotions, no prayers for mercy, not when mercy can be so easily self-administered. What would it be like, Barrett wonders, to be the other, the man who’s had the modest portion he thinks of as enough, who slips away before the mess sets in, before he’s available to accusation and recrimination, before the authorities start demanding of him When, and Why, and With Whom

Barret thinks- he thinks, briefly- of turning around and leaving the park; of being, this time, the vanisher, the man who leaves you wondering, who offers no explanation, not even the sour satisfaction of a real fight; who simply drifts away, because (it seems) there’s affection and there’s sex but there’s no urgency, no little hooks clasping little eyes; no binding, no dogged devotions, no prayers for mercy, not when mercy can be so easily self-administered. What would it be like, Barrett wonders, to be the other, the man who’s had the modest portion he thinks of as enough, who slips away before the mess sets in, before he’s available to accusation and recrimination, before the authorities start demanding of him When, and Why, and With Whom

– Michael Cunningham –

The Snow Queen

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