Thoughts of a Wounded Soldier
You would think it a simple operation but with so many people in worse condition than you; all you can do is sit and wait and wait and wait. This place is so bland, the only vibrant color being the red ruby spots on the bed linen. How those sheets terrify me...
They change the sheets periodically, every two days I think. They bring back the originally dirty linen, crisped, starched and bright white. Renewal, something that we cannot do like the sheets. If we are stained, we are stained forever more. Stained by experience, stained by sin. Some sins can never be forgiven.
- Analysis of the Novel "Galapagos" by Kurt Vonnegut
- Mr.Higgins - Pygmalion
- Thoughts of a Wounded Soldier
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