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He was about to leave me for good. Did he know how much I needed him? Not only his constant presence, his company during my walks and our dinners, but (and this is even stranger still) whenever we were separated from one another. At night I would think about him as I fell asleep, the way we do with a tutelary deity that helps us ward off fear. He was my connection with nature at large, whose savagery and immensity frightened me; through him I came to know only its serenity, the drowsy silences, the satisfactions, freed of anxiety or regret, the blanket of sunshine unfolding before our eyes, the water welling beneath our feet. He made me, in imitation of himself, wholly present to . . .