The defeated returning migrant/ Luis Mateo Diez
The internal canon of his gaze and memory had been erased in the long years of absence, and to this had contributed the conviction that Celama represented nothing else, beyond nostalgia and abandonment, than a misty past full of uncertainties and suffering. The peace of the Plain was more precisely the peace of poverty, and in the tired observation of the defeated returning migrant, it was disorder that structured those towns forsaken by God.
WHERE BEAUTY RESIDES/ Abraham Verghese
He wants to talk about Celeste, but of course he’s never mentioned her, or the excursion, never uttered her name to another. Honorine laughs, shouting back, “Roses would be annoying weeds if the blooms never withered and died. Beauty resides in the knowledge that it doesn’t last.” Well, Jeb surely knows that, Digby thinks. But does Rose? And if beauty is in the ephemeral, what about the beautiful things you can’t have? Perhaps that kind of beauty does last forever.
