In these days after his opening night and his return from Ireland, he discovered that he could control the sadness which certain memories brought with them. When sorrows and fears and terrors came to him in the time after he woke, or in the night, they were like servants come to light a lamp or take away a tray. Carefully trained over the years, they would soon disappear of their own accord, knowing not to linger.
The Master, Colm Toibin
2004
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