“Leaving,” by Madeleine Cravens | The New Yorker
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“Not the pleasure of lovers but the pleasure of letters, / a pleasure like weather, delayed and prepared for.”
December 25, 2023 Audio: Madeleine Cravens reads. Not the pleasure of lovers but the pleasure of letters, a pleasure like weather, delayed and prepared for, not the pleasure of lessons but the pleasure of errors, of nightmares, of actors in the black box of a theatre, not the pleasure of present but the pleasure of later, the pleasure of letters and weather and terror, asleep by the lake, unable to answer, the pleasure of candles, their wax on the table, not the pleasure of saviors but the pleasure of errors, not the pleasure of marriage but the pleasure of failure, the pleasure…
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