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Show -164 poets but of the people who haven't read them carefully. Because those poets that are any good knew it too." "Are you saying I shouldn't marry Morgan?" He shrugged; his face was gloomy. Somber father, sad son. "Marriage isn't for everybody. Do it if you like, but don't hope for the moon. If I had it to do over again, I might not." "It's not too late," I said. He gave himself a little shake, like a man coming out of a sleep. "Of course it's too late. You can't go back and live those years over. I'm a married man; divorce wouldn't change that-I'd just be a married man with no wife then. But it's different in your case. Does Morgan want to marry you?" "I don't know. She wants something. I thought maybe you could tell me what it was-she seems to talk to you and Carlo a lot. Is it children, maybe? Lots of women want children. Do you know what seems like a terrible thing to me, Jacob? To hold my kid in my arms and look down at him and think that he's almost sure to be alive after I'm dead. To a gloomy man like Adam having kids must have been a disaster." "If you have children you're sure to die," Jacob said. It took me a second to realize that my brother was making a joke. |
