“I didn’t, couldn’t, catch Sils’s eye—she was standing over with the sopranos—but it didn’t matter, I didn’t have to, because this wasn’t personal, this singing, this light, this was girls, after weeks of rehearsal, celebrating the ethereal work of their voices, the bell-like, birdlike, child-sound they could still make so strongly in unison.”
—Lorrie Moore, Who Will Run the Frog Hospital?Who Will Run the Frog Hospital?
I love the way the insistent rhythm of this sentence conveys the cresting wave of childhood and gives import to small-town girlhood sweetness.
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