From “No Comfort,” by Fintan O’Toole:
So what does Shakespeare teach us? Nothing. His tragic theater is not a classroom. It is a fairground wall of death in which the characters are being pushed outward by the centrifugal force of the action but held in place by the friction of the language.
From Devil Three Times, by Rickey Fayne:
Cassandra laughs because once you’ve died, and all the rows you had to hoe in life have gone to seed in death, the everyday things people do to stay and feel alive are funny.
And:
Sometimes life feels like it’s just one terrible thing after another. But every now and then, when you least expect it, some sweet bit of brightness cuts through the dark days, opens your eyes, and grows you until you’re bigger on the inside than you ever thought you could be.
From Proto, by Laura Spinney:
Because language is so malleable, because it has ceaselessly built upon itself, it is an archive of its own journey.
