Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.
But, compass broken, Sir John had swept the wrong direction, swept in all his glory right off the stage and into the orchestra pit, where he crashed onto the kettle drums and crumpled like a bag of sticks and wet leaves, the drums making a sound like thunder, the great actor nothing now but an old man lying bleeding and unconscious on a cement floor.
“The Tragedie of King Lear” from The Girl of the Lake by Bill Roorbach
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