‘She is happy,’ said my heart

August 4, 2010 | Filed Under Books 

Till We Have Faces remains one of my favorite works of literature. Enjoy this…

I felt as, I suppose, a tortured prisoner feels when they dash water in his face to rouse him from his faint, and the truth, worse than all his fantasies, becomes clear and hard and unmistakable again around him…

‘She is happy,’ said my heart. ‘Whether it’s madness or a god or a monster, or whatever it is, she is happy. You have seen that for yourself. She is ten times happier, there in the mountain, than you could ever make her. Leave her alone.’

My heart did not conquer me. I perceived now that there is a love deeper than theirs who seek only the happiness of their beloved… My hand went back to the sword. Psyche should not – least of all contentedly – make sport for a demon.

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