Comment survivre ? Je ne sais pas, mais voici ma recette pour aujourd'hui. Lever le plus tard possible. Déjeuner : raviolis aux asperges. Nager à la piscine en regardant les nuages par la verrière du toit. Le soir quand on faiblit un peu : Supersuckers, Must've Been High ; James Luther Dickenson, Dixie Fried. 23 h 50, il neige, c'est l'heure d'aller au lit avec Marilynne Robinson.
So I was predisposed to believe that my grandfather had done something pretty terrible, and my father was concealing the evidence and I was in on the secret too — implicated without knowing what I was implicated in. Well, that's the human condition, I suppose. I believe I was implicated, and am, and would have been if I had never seen that pistol. It has been my experience that guilt can burst through the smallest breach and cover the landscape, and abide in pools and danknesses, just as native as water. I believe that my father was trying to cover up for Cain, more or less.