Saturday, March 29, 2008

A Sport and a Pastime



Old Spring and a broken love. But the image remains. Wet New York, many years ago. They were at the peak of their romance, stars among many. One offense, though, leads to another. Healing leaves scars. Then retribution. It is impossible not to make that one wrong step, the first that sets all others into motion.

She was his, not mine, but I miss her still. Phillip Dean and Anne-Marie. The unnamed narrator, a photographer. "A Sport and a Pastime." James Salter. If you haven't read it, you should. Of course, you will realize how hard it is to live a life fully.

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