Old Man’s Note

The World of Momus

The wind is blowing furiously tonight, shaking every inch of the forest, knocking my little home with the will to break it; it usually does this time of the year. When I was young my mother used to tell me that angels come to sleep in this part of the world and their snoring causes the wind to go wild. Bless her! She always used to tell me such ridiculous things, and I told the same fantasy stories to my child when I got the chance. My wife used to think they were cute. I guess it was her way of denying that I have become senile. But it’s no harm done because like me I think Ted knew as well they were all comforting lies that a parent prefers to tell than the truth. Or maybe he didn’t know that and still believes in them. I wouldn’t put it…

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