click to source
'to the dumb question “why me?” the cosmos barely bothers to return the reply: why not?'
and
'these are my first raw reactions to being stricken. i am quietly resolved to resist bodily as best i can, even if only passively, and to seek the most advanced advice. my heart and blood pressure and many other registers are now strong again: indeed, it occurs to me that if i didn’t have such a stout constitution i might have led a much healthier life thus far. against me is the blind, emotionless alien, cheered on by some who have long wished me ill. but on the side of my continued life is a group of brilliant and selfless physicians plus an astonishing number of prayer groups. on both of these i hope to write next time if—as my father invariably said—i am spared.'
i'm astonished how he conveys feelings i hope i will never have, and how he can continue to write through this.
... but writing: that's what hitch does.
©2010 toomanytribbles
