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Feb. 24th, 2019 01:06 amskyeventide on tumblr said:
It was a sudden thing, the death, and that was what made it so hard to comprehend. Everything in those days felt demanded by a sense of narrative, from the smallest passing conversations to the movements of the city’s most important political actors, all dictated as a part of some larger story. It had been like that since Piccarda died, in some ways, but now there was something of an acceleration about it. I felt it, and so did my husband, and so— I presume, I don’t see how he couldn’t have— did Corso.
Did we know how the story would end, then? Did we know the direction in which we were being inexorably pulled, all of us, the whole city— though somehow it felt so intimate, as though we three alone were at its center? Did we sense it? I believe we did. I believe I did, at least. My husband certainly never lacked for a sense of narrative, and Corso—
Well. If he didn’t know where things were going, exactly, he certainly did not lack for a vision.
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Consider, Forese Donati dies and Dante goes to the funeral, meeting Corso there. Just, that whole situation.
Did we know how the story would end, then? Did we know the direction in which we were being inexorably pulled, all of us, the whole city— though somehow it felt so intimate, as though we three alone were at its center? Did we sense it? I believe we did. I believe I did, at least. My husband certainly never lacked for a sense of narrative, and Corso—
Well. If he didn’t know where things were going, exactly, he certainly did not lack for a vision.
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