Everything he’d accomplished had been erased: his financial empire, the home in Dutchess County … but most devastating of all, he had lost his child. Gretchen, with her gangly almost-woman manner and her intelligent, loving eyes, had been rendered nonexistent. Dead, or worse. In this reality she had simply never been.
For the first time in his long, broken life he fully understood Lear’s lament over Cordelia:
… thoul’t come no more,
Never, never, never, never, never.
Jeff, in Replay by Ken Grimwood
Tuesday is the new Sunday and I am the Reverend. Thank you for your sacrificial cheese.
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