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22 November 2007 

"this perfect quiet settled into their house after the death of their father. that event had troubled the very medium of their lives. time and air and sunlight bore wave and wave of shock, until all the shock was spent, and time and space and light grew still again and nothing seemed to tremble, and nothing seemed to lean. the disaster had fallen out of sight, like the train itself, and if the calm that followed it was not greater than the calm that came before it, it had seemed so. and the dear ordinary had healed as seamlessly as an image on water."

housekeeping, pg 15