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an Art of Dying fragment
Eva and I were in love. No, let me restate that: Eva and I were in LOVE. In Total Love — no letters big enough; the kind of love that glitters the air and fills the day with a glorious hum.
Eva was Our Prince’s personal steward at the time and spent a lot of time with and around Him. Being quite perceptive, Our Prince, one day he asked her what made her glow (yes, she did glow). So, she told him that she was in love, and with whom.
Our Prince, apparently curious, asked her to describe the feeling.
She didn’t answer right away, thinking about it. How to put it in words. Not one to be kept waiting, he prompted:
Does it soften and sprinkle everything with gold?
Oh, yes. Oh, yes.
Are you walking on clouds?
Oh, yes. Oh, yes.
Do you hum with anticipation of seeing him soon?
Oh, yes. Oh, yes.
At this he (she later told me) erupted, nearly (or actually) furious.
“That is nothing but ‘can’t live today, must live tomorrow’,” he roared.
She was too stunned to say anything.
“That feeling is all about making bodies so you’ll have somewhere to go once this life is up,” he added, a little…
