Less Is Lost (The Arthur Less Books Book 2)

Strangle him? Salute him? Put him in a novel? You are seeing suffering, Robert used to say when confronted with a horrible person. You are seeing someone in pain.

Less realizes he has made the sound himself. For the dead live only in us.

I want to talk about love. I have been with my wife, Federico’s great-aunt, for a long time. I want to tell you it isn’t something you celebrate every ten years. Or every five years. It’s every day. You understand me? I believe in a Supreme Being. I don’t know who God is, I don’t know anything about God, but I know Maria is here because of God. The

The old man looks out at the smears of rain vibrating on the window glass. His smile fades. “But Arthur, there is hope.” The great author quietly says:

“We are that fraction of old magic that remains.”

You may think: What’s happened? Good God, are they kidding? But it is a rule of life, alas, that nobody is kidding.

“Neither of us is strong. We can’t put up a shelf or fix the sink and neither of us can catch a mouse.” You put your hand on my arm. “But somebody has to catch the mouse. So here’s my proposal. You be the strong one Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. And I’ll be the strong one Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays.” I paused, suspicious. “What about Su

That’s all we have. We must celebrate them. Remember that. I don’t care who you love, but if you love someone…if you love someone, you have to love them every day. You have to choose them every day.”

Realizing we are no longer in love is not the heartbreaking sensation we imagine when we are in love—because it is no sensation at all. It is a realization made by a bystander.