When you're the sane brother of a schizophrenic identical twin, the tricky thing about saving yourself is the blood it leaves on your hands--the little inconvenience of the look-alike corpse at your feet. And if you're into both survival of the fittest and being your brother's keeper--if you've promised your dying mother--then say so long to sleep and hello to the middle of the night. Grab a book or a beer. Get used to Letterman's gap-toothed smile of the absurd, or the view of the bedroom ceiling, or the indifference of random selection. Take it from a godless insomniac. Take it from the uncrazy twin--the guy who beat the biochemical rap.
Wally LambHigh School is like a sickness, but trust me, soon the fever breaks and you get over it." ~She's Come Undone
Wally LambIf your twin was dead, were you still a twin?
Wally LambThat's the trouble with survival of the fittest, isn't it, Dominick? The corpse at your feet. That little inconvenience.
Wally LambIt is all connected Dominick," she said. "Life is not a series of isolated ponds
Wally LambRenovate your life, the old myths say, and the universe is yours.
Wally LambThat time we separated was my idea. I thought, well, I'm fifty years old and there might be someone else out there. People waste their happiness - that's what makes me sad. Everyone's so scared to be happy.
Wally LambTag: fiction
Most helpful, Mr. Caelum," she said. "Very, very useful information. And now, shall we hear from Saint Augustine?"
I shrugged. "Why not?" I said
Dr. P read from a blood-red leather book. "My soul was a burden, bruised and bleeding. It was tired of the man who carried it, but I found no place to set it down to rest. Neither the charm of the countryside nor the sweet scents of a garden could soothe it. It found no peace in song or laughter, none in the company of friends at table or in the pleasures of love, none even in books or poetry.... Where could my heart find refuge from itself? Where could I go, yet leave myself behind?"
She closed the book, then reached across the table and took Maureen's hand in hers. "Does that passage speak to you?" she asked. Mo nodded and began to cry. "And so, Mr. Caelum, good-bye."
Because the passage had spoken to me, too, it took me a few seconds to react. "Oh," I said. "You want me to leave?"
"I do. Yes, yes.
I stumbled from the dark woods of my own, and my family's, and my country's past, holding in my hands these truths: that love grows from the rich loam of forgiveness; that mongrels make good dogs; that the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things.
Wally LambThe seeker embarks on a journey to find what he wants and discovers, along the way, what he needs.
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