Happy: When I was young my soul seemed to be the same thing as my body. There didn't seem to be any difference, I remember that. When I needed to climb some steps, my legs just climbed, and that was all there was to it. My mind and my muscles were all one. Now when I want to climb some steps I look down at my feet and I say, 'Move, in the name of Saint Gerasimos, move!' and slowly they move, and then I stop to draw breath, and my lungs feel hard and dry, and I feel my heart fluttering in vain like the last poor starving buttertly, and this is how I have come to know in my own way that there is a soul who is not the body, but lives inside it.

When I was young my soul seemed to be the same thing as my body. There didn't seem to be any difference, I remember that. When I needed to climb some steps, my legs just climbed, and that was all there was to it. My mind and my muscles were all one. Now when I want to climb some steps I look down at my feet and I say, 'Move, in the name of Saint Gerasimos, move!' and slowly they move, and then I stop to draw breath, and my lungs feel hard and dry, and I feel my heart fluttering in vain like the last poor starving buttertly, and this is how I have come to know in my own way that there is a soul who is not the body, but lives inside it.

Sayfa 24Kitabı okudu

Birds Without Wings Louis de Bernieres

9 görüntüleme

Yorum yapabilmeniz için giriş yapmanız gerekmektedir.

Gönderi

Happy