profuse wonder religion

Profuse wonder religion

Aunt D?rfinna stands up, supports herself on the edge of the table, then on the doorjamb, and hobbles into Edda’s room. I continue sobbing in the living room like the most miserable crybaby. I can’t deal with anything, yet try to keep it quiet so that I don’t wake the monster. “Just something small,” she said. She moved to the oven to check the bulb labeled PREHEATED. “Most of this is for us, but we’ll take a few over. Those Mexicans love anything with a lot of cheese, I think.” Edda holds out her hand toward the little boy and asks in a childish voice: Wanna co-ome? Duncan called out a Highland greeting.“Fearsgar math. Is this how you treat a visitor from the Hebrides?” he continued in Gaelic. I take a seat on the couch and watch two ravens glide in unison down the slope above the cottage, down to the stream as if in search of something at the bottom. Maybe they use the stream as a refrigerator and keep eggs there, like Dad’s raven at H?f?abrekka. Suddenly the two black creatures part company. One flies toward the sea, the other toward the glacier, croaking loudly in turn. I nod off. I dream that I’m wearing pointy-toed ankle boots with sugar skin; I bite into the toes and munch. I’m starting to understand that, Mom. profuse wonder religion For me, the trick to surviving has always been connected to car trips. The hum of the engine, the chance to be in your own world. Survival. Listening to the hum-humming, and not to Sibbi and Mom squabbling over opening the window a crack, Dad trying to pacify them. Mom’s grinding soliloquies about rites of passage among primitive peoples or the dysentery that killed Kamala the wolf-girl, interwoven with verses by her grandfather, the comic versifier and stalwart Anton?us, as well as her musings on the lives of the French fishermen in Icelandic waters. I’ve gradually come to the conclusion that a person is largely what he or she hears in childhood. Vulnerable to the rhetoric of others, unable to pick and choose. No, those who cross the sands for the first time are supposed to add to the cairn at Laufsk?lar. “Another driver,” stammered Haintl, and thought of Sponer. Down at the castle, a shiny new monster truck was parked in the courtyard. Hickey jumped out.‘Where the fuck were you?’ That night she was wearing a black dress and a dark gray hat with a gray, loose-net veil. Her eyes were still shocking in their intensity but the wan smile she had from days before had been put away. Edda’s having a bit of a tough time, explains Ing?lfur. She has friends who are mean to her. Just then, I heard a shout, and three boys leapt up out of the Deep Ditch. One had a crew cut and was wearing a feather headdress and brandishing an ax; another was wearing a cowboy outfit and carrying a gun; the third had on shorts but no shirt. But Theon took me in a taxi to an aqua-and-pink-plaster twenty-four-hour chapel, where he presented me with a very expensive emerald and diamond engagement ring and paid a thousand dollars for the finest fast-food marital service. ‘Ya seemed fine to me.’ After the meager meal they were marched to a stack of hoes and stubby, pointed sticks. Their job was to heap the freshly harrowed earth into mounded rows, into which evenly spaced holes were made by plunging one of the sticks into the soil. Behind, far down the massive field, African slaves were planting seedlings. Their little band, watched over like dangerous criminals, apparently had the lowest, meanest job on the plantation. “No,” Rash Vineland said. Arnbjartur does as he’s told. I sit tight on the chair..

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