A week after my father died
suddenly I understood
his fondness for me was safe — nothing
could touch it.... I suddenly thought, with amazement, he will always
love me now, and I laughed — he was dead, dead!
The Father (1992)
A week after my father died
suddenly I understood
his fondness for me was safe — nothing
could touch it.... I suddenly thought, with amazement, he will always
love me now, and I laughed — he was dead, dead!
The Father (1992)