Tuesday, 8 - 07 - 2014
"Smell this," the baker said, breaking open a dark loaf. "It’s a heavy bread, but rich." They smelled it, then he had them taste it. It had the taste of molasses and coarse grains. They listened to him. They ate what they could. They swallowed the dark bread. It was like daylight under the fluorescent trays of light. They talked on into the early morning, the high, pale cast of light in the windows, and they did not think of leaving.
By Raymond Carver, Cathedral
So many books, so little time.
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