#carnival
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Why did I read it?
- A small mention of it in this blog postonThe Thought Experiment.
- Also been meaning to read more Bradbury. That’s always a good intention to keep, probably.
Lines?
“Why do boys want their windows open wide?”
“Warm blood.”
“Warm blood.” She stood alone. “That’s the story of all our sorrows. And don’t ask why.”
Three A.M. That’s our reward. Three in the morn. The soul’s midnight. The tide goes out, the soul ebbs. And a train arrives at an hour of despair…Why?
Of Note:
The haunted carnival story from which so many of my childhood fears & nightmares sprang. Even though I had never explicitly read it, the story feels like it just seeps through all young boys’ consciousness at a certain impressionable age.
I wish I had read it back then, on a chilly Fall day. There’s something about the power of a book when it’s read at the exact right time in your life. Better late than never though.
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