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Sunday Sentence

Another Sunday in which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, which asks others to share the best sentence(s) we’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”

The rain beat furiously against the darkened windows, as if it were demanding that we listen with rapt attention to some urgent message it had to deliver.

Source: The Amos Oz Reader, selected and edited by Nitza Ben-Dov (this sentence from a translation by Nicholas de Lange). Truly, there are so many gorgeous sentences in this book.

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  1. Rain (Baran) always was a massage in itself for us, running in rain with our black bouts, get wet with a frenzy enjoyment. But later on in our life it always came with some unknown, some hidden feeling. Remembering mother folding rags and covering cracks down the window to absorb the leaks. There was no joy on her face!

    have a good week end.

  2. Perspective, perspective, perspective.

    Rain, the cliche of funeral scenes, something we can’t live without.

    Farideh’s comment brings to mind a line from the opening credits song for the film “A Gunfight.” Sung (and I assume written) by Johnny Cash, it goes something like “And the winter snow is ugly, when your boots are falling apart.”

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