Nepenthe

- Jane Eyre (The Word Made Flesh)

(1920 - 2012) “ We can’t go on without him.” “What’ll we do? Carry him?” Simmons spat. “He’s no good to us or himself. He’ll just stand here and drown.” “What?” “You ought to know that by now. Don’t you know the story? He’ll just stand there with his head up and let the rain come into his nostrils and mouth. He’ll breathe the water.” “No.” “That’s how they found General Mendt that time. Sitting on a rock with his head back, breathing the rain. His lungs were full of water. ” — The Long Rain