“we are a scene chalked out with the sick white brush of age”

“They fought the enemy, we fight fat living and self-pity. Shine, o shine, unfalsifying sun, on this sick scene.”

“I was white. Chalk had more color than I did. And quite possibly more personality.”

“In a word, God paints in many colors; but he never paints so gorgeously, I had almost said so gaudily, as when He paints in white. In a sense our age has realized this fact, and expressed it in our sullen costume. For if it were really true that white was a blank and colorless thing, negative and non-committal, then white would be used instead of black and grey for the funereal dress of this pessimistic period. Which is not the case.Meanwhile I could not find my chalk.”

“Okay. Now you have to move your arms and legs.”“I know how to make a snow angel.” “Then do it! Otherwise, you’re more like a chalk outline at a police crime scene.”

“If seeing her an hour before her lastWeak cough into all blackness I could yetBe held by chalk-white walls- The Consumptive. Belsen 1945”