Interesting language 6

At high noon in a village deep in the marshes, in what seems to Fetter to be the uttermost depths of this wild valley, in a village of three faded-grey tents that doesn’t deserve the name–it has no sentry box and the bicycle ruts approaching it have almost faded away–set in a small area of cleared damp earth surrounded by writhing mangrove swamps on all sides, a familiar face finds him and asks for an exorcism.

The Saint of Bright Doors by Vajra Chandrasekera

A kind of awakening

“Good stories slip past our defenses—we all want to know what happens next—and then slow time down, and compel our interest and belief in other lives than our own, so that we feel ourselves in another presence. It’s a kind of awakening, a deliverance, it cracks our shell and opens us up to the truth and singularity of others—to their very being.”

Tobias Wolff