“She wanted—what some people want throughout life—a grief that should deeply touch her, and thus humanize and make her capable of sympathy.”
“She did not want to know what charmhe had used to make her love him so deeply. She did not want to know it wasn’t real.”
“Did that mean she had not cared deeply for any of her husbands? I wondered. Or only that she was a woman of great strength, capable of overcoming grief, not once, but over and over again?”
“Will ye be wantin’ this now, madam?”“Yes, please,” she whispered. She wanted to engrave the sight of him thus, about to make love to her, in her mind.”
“My kid, her life. I want for her what she wants for herself.”
“She did not want to be greater than her husband: what she did want was that he should acknowledge her as his equal, with love and with respect.”