I put Algernon's body into a small metal container and took him home with me.
I wasn't going to let them dump him into the incinerator.
It's foolish and sentimental, but late last night I buried him in the back yard.
I wept as I put a bunch of wild flowers on the grave.
September 21 — I'm going to Marks Street to visit my mother tomorrow.
A dream last night triggered off a sequence of memories, lit up a whole slice of the past
and the important thing is to get it down on paper quickly before I forget it because I seem to forget things sooner now.
It has to do with my mother, and now—more than ever—I want to understand her, to know what she was like and why she acted the way she did.
I mustn't hate her. I've got to come to terms with her before I see her so that I won't act harshly or foolishly.
September 27 — I should have written this down right away, because it's important to make this record complete.
I went to see Rose three days ago. Finally, I forced myself to borrow Burt's car again.
I was afraid, and yet I knew I had to go. At first when I got to Marks Street I thought I had made a mistake.
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