These spasms of emotion take him
constantly. A song can do it; even the sight of an old dog. They pass. They usually pass. This time,
though, tears start falling from his eyes almost before he knows it will happen, and for a moment a
compartment of his being {the same compartment that counts steps, sips, claps} says to itself, He's
crying, how strange. Louis leans forward, puts his face in his hands. He sobs.
constantly. A song can do it; even the sight of an old dog. They pass. They usually pass. This time,
though, tears start falling from his eyes almost before he knows it will happen, and for a moment a
compartment of his being {the same compartment that counts steps, sips, claps} says to itself, He's
crying, how strange. Louis leans forward, puts his face in his hands. He sobs.
( Michael Cunningham )
[ The Hours ]
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