Sunday, December 16, 2007

Text: Bullet in the brain- Tobias Wolff

The bullet is already in the brain; it won’t be outrun forever, or charmed to a halt. In the end it will

do its work and leave the troubled skull behind, dragging its comet’s tail of memory and hope and

talent and love into the marble hall of commerce. That can’t be helped. But for now Anders can

still make time. Time for the shadows to lengthen on the grass, time for the tethered dog to bark at

the flying ball, time for the boy in right field to smack his sweat-blackened mitt and softly chant,

They is, they is, they is.