"Okay. Do this for me. Take a good long look around. Because those faces you see staring back - that's you."
They say drowning men feel the water get warm before they slip under. The pull of familiarity here was like thetepid bath of sleep. That's who you are- the people you attract, who you keep around you.
This was all he had ahead of him. Youcouldn't even call it a dream. It was the opposite of a dream, and the oppositeof a dream is not a nightmare but nothingness.Dead sleep.
"Know anything about whirlpools?"
"Sure."
"They don't just drown you. They swallow you. They hold you down there in that swirl, going round and round,days at a time,even weeks- the force of the water sucking away your clothes, your hair, your face."
"You know what you are? I just figured itout. You're decent."
"Oh.Christ, no."
"You are, and more than that- a lot ofpeople who are decent, they were raised to be decent, you know? Like me- goodparenting, good manners, blah, blah, blah- which is all fine and good until a littlepressure comes into yourlife, and then you crumble like stale bread. But you- you've made mistakes, you've said as much.You're not a saintor anything, but youknow how to be good. Your decency isearned, not learned."
"I don't know how well you know me."
When she was drunk, she wanted to besober;sober, she wanted to be drunk.