None of these deaths were her point at all. The thing was that being woken he would bawl And finding her not in earshot he would know. I tried saying half an hour to pay this call. It seemed the best thing to be up and go.
I slept, and blank as that I would yet lie. Till you have seen what a threat holds below, The heart of standing is you cannot fly. → William Empson, 'Aubade'
