"The grief a loving son would feel, and of which I had no inkling when my own mother was lowered into her flinty grave, tornadoed through me at the news of the countess's death."
— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)
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Work Title
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Chatto & Windus
Date
2000
Metaphor
"The grief a loving son would feel, and of which I had no inkling when my own mother was lowered into her flinty grave, tornadoed through me at the news of the countess's death."
Metaphor in Context
I was overwhelmed with guilt. Why had I been so unfriendly to that vivacious old blue-rinse? Now she was dead and it was no use offering her a kir royale before lunch. It's not enough to live each day as if it's your last, unless you remember that it's everybody else's last day as well. The grief a loving son would feel, and of which I had no inkling when my own mother was lowered into her flinty grave, tornadoed through me at the news of the countess's death.
(p. 30)
(p. 30)
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Reading
Citation
Edward St. Aubyn, A Clue to the Exit (London: Chatto & Windus, 2000).
Date of Entry
09/19/2015
