Mary Heaton Vorse

Mary Heaton Vorse

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Portrait of Mary Heaton Vorse Mary Heaton Vorse The Eyes of the Blind (1915)

Even I, who had been warned, could never tell which of Alison's two certainties were right—whether in very fact she was poisoning the life about her, or whether her clairvoyant instinct had perceived what no eyes could see. But one thing I knew: that if, under our unnatural tranquillity, we all suffered—each in his own way, even though Godfrey suffered innocently—it was Alison whose very life was torn in two.
Grief can kill and betrayal can put out the light of the spirit, but it is in conflict that the soul can find its most nameless torture.
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Portrait of Mary Heaton Vorse Mary Heaton Vorse The Eyes of the Blind (1915)

It was impossible to tell if they had met thus before, or if, up to the very moment of his gesture of silence, neither of them had faced the truth. Perhaps Love had stolen on them unawares and enmeshed them before they recognized him. Or they may have known and excused themselves by the world-old sophistries and self-deceptions of the faithless. It would have been so easy for Godfrey to say that he gave Gloria nothing that was Alison's, and that they could have their love without hurting her.
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Portrait of Mary Heaton Vorse Mary Heaton Vorse The Eyes of the Blind (1915)

There are times when people live in such mortal agony that it darkens the sky for those about them. Had Alison been screaming aloud in anguish so that our ears were deafened with it, we could not have been more conscious of it. No one could have lived in that silent house without knowing that some obscure and terrible battle of the spirit was going on within its walls.
I went to Alison, as Godfrey wished, but my mission was useless. As soon expect one bleeding to death on a battle-field to listen to some alien chatter of philosophy as expect Alison to call a physician.
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