In addition to all of the above, especially the first one, I would add: "what is it that you want from me, dear lady? I am not your king, nor your conscience, not even the man that you love", complete with the mirror metaphor (I am haunted by that Pauline verse) and the change of narrator. This exchange: "I will not let them have you... I will not surrender you... He looks at his own children – his daughter, his two sons – feels that desire to defend them so fiercely the violence of it shocks him— “Father?” It passes; becomes – he hopes – understanding. “There was a fire,” he begins, then levels his voice. “There was a fire...” And, lastly: "And the wind alone now whispers Our fading song that I failed to sing. (...) Outside, the wind keened, and the rain still came, in great waves. "
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Date: 2004-03-02 11:32 am (UTC)"what is it that you want from me, dear lady? I am not your king, nor your conscience, not even the man that you love", complete with the mirror metaphor (I am haunted by that Pauline verse) and the change of narrator.
This exchange:
"I will not let them have you... I will not surrender you...
He looks at his own children – his daughter, his two sons – feels that desire to defend them so fiercely the violence of it shocks him—
“Father?”
It passes; becomes – he hopes – understanding.
“There was a fire,” he begins, then levels his voice. “There was a fire...”
And, lastly:
"And the wind alone now whispers
Our fading song that I failed to sing.
(...) Outside, the wind keened, and the rain still came, in great waves. "