in the back seat the three now silent, soot-smeared children absorbed it all-the choking creosote stench, the roar of wind and flame, the wild rocking of a car being driven that hard, the heat, the emotion so raw and exposed it was like butchered flesh; the tormented, hopeless feeling of two people who lived together in a love not yet love, nor yet not; an unshared life shared; a conspiracy of affections, illnesses, tragedies, jokes and labour; a marriage-the strange, terrible neverendingness of human beings. A family.
( Richard Flanagan )
[ The Narrow Road to the Deep ]
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