Monday, December 26, 2016

the last book I ever read (The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead, excerpt nine)

from The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead:

It was true. When she told of her escape, she omitted the tunnels and kept to the main contours. It was private, a secret about yourself it never occurred to you to share. Not a bad secret, but an intimacy so much a part of who you were that it could not be made separate. It would die in the sharing.

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