“Love feeds on the protein of detail, sucks fact to the marrow; just as there’s no generality in the body, every particular speaking at once until there’s such a crying out…”
(pages 179)
Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces. Toronto: McClelland & Stewart, 1996.
Somehow unread until now; borrowed from les Bibliothèques publiques de Montrèal, Succursale Mile-End.