-Did it ever strike you this is a lousy way to make a living? -You start out thinking you're going to win a few... -but mostly, it's... -It's just like tonight... watching people run out of the... little bit of luck that they got left. -You think you're going to beat the odds, but you don't... or not very often. I used to be. We all used to be. L
the silence, the twilight, the bowl of strawberries, the bowl of milk. Your faces in the evening light. Mikael asleep, Jof with his lyre. I shall try to remember our talk. I shall carry this memory carefully in my hands as if it were a bowl brimful of fresh milk.