Harold Stein személy
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„Jude,” Harold says to him, quietly. „My poor Jude. My poor sweetheart.” And with that, he starts to cry, for no one has ever called him sweetheart, not since Brother Luke. […] „My sweetheart,” Harold says again, and he wants him to stop; he wants him to never stop. „My baby.” And he cries and cries for every old hurt, for every old happiness, cries for the shame and joy of finally getting to be a child, with all of a child's whims and wants and insecurities, for the privilege of behaving badly and being forgiven, for the luxury of tenderness, of fondnesses, of being seved a meal and being made to eat it, for the ability, at last, at last, of believing a parent's reassurances, of believing that to someone he is special despite all his mistakes and hatefulness, because of all his mistakes and hatefulness.
792-793. oldal
„You jumped off the roof?” I repeated. „Why on earth would you have done such a thing?”
„It's a good story,” he said. He even grinned at me. „I'll tell you.”
„Please,” I said.
And then he did.
814. oldal
But what was one to be an adult? Was couplehood truly the only appropriate option? (But then, a sole option was no option at all.) „Thousands of years of evolutionary and social development and this is our only choice?” […]
„I agree with Malcolm's dad that couplehood is wonderful, but all you really have to do is just be a good person, which you already are, and enjoy your life. You're young. You have years and years to figure out what you want to do and how you want to live.”
256. oldal