He had known the mountains from far off all his life, and twice had seen them close, when he took the Brailava train, once going, once coming back. Remote and small, rigid beyond that vibrant greyish haze, the mountains stood. The karst, the limestone plain, jigged tinily about him with heatwaves like the transparent vibrating wings of flies. Underfoot there were dust and small weeds. The May sun was small and greyish overhead. “Like all the rest of you.” He left the White Lion, went down Ardure Street four blocks straight out of town, and kept on straight, walking northeast, parallel with the railroad tracks a quarter mile away. He wasn’t born, he was quarried out.” They laughed at him as usual.
“Crippled? Him? Kostant? So he got a couple of tons of rock in the face, it won’t hurt him, he’s made of the stuff. He went to the White Lion for lunch, drank too much. His voice was the flat toneless voice of the deaf. “He saved my life,” he said to Stefan, gaping, wanting an explanation. The man who had been saved stood beside him, a little stooped fellow, middle-aged, limestone dust white in his knuckles. Unconscious, heedless, broken like a piece of chalk, that body, his brother, bore him down with the weight of the flesh, and he wanted to run away, to save himself. They bore him down with their grief as large as life. His silence and her outcry meant the same thing: the unendurable made welcome.
She rose to the occasion like a lark to the morning. The mother, as if challenged by that silence and indifference, spoke loudly: “What did you do it for? Do you want to die before I do? Look at him, look at him, my beauty, my hawk, my river, my son!” Her sorrow boasted of itself. His silence was grand and oppressive his body under the sheet that dropped in stiff folds, his face were as indifferent as stone. THE INJURED QUARRIER LAY ON a high hospital bed. The Unreal and the Real BROTHERS AND SISTERS
Buffalo Gals, Won’t You Come Out Tonight She has had her work collected over the years, but this is the first short story volume combining a full range of her work. She has won multiple prizes and accolades from the Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters to the Newbery Honor, the Nebula, Hugo, World Fantasy, and PEN/Malamud Awards.
The Unreal and the Real is a collection of some of Ursula K. Le Guin-selected with an introduction by the author, and combined in one volume for the first time. A collection of short stories by the legendary and iconic Ursula K.
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