Tonight shall be the very beginning.''Was it?''It shall be. For me.''My beginning was the albatrosses.''That is a good beginning, I am glad it is yours. Tonight shall be mine.''Ought we to have different ones?''Different beginnings? I think we must.''Will there be more of them?''A great many more. Are your eyes closed?''Yes. Are yours?''Yes. Though it's so dark it hardly makes a difference.''I feel—more than myself.''I feel—as though a new chamber of my heart has opened.''Listen.''What is it?''The rain.
He and Anna lay facing each other, Staines lying on his left hip, and Anna, on her right, both of them with their knees drawn up to their chests, Staines with one hand tucked beneath his bandaged shoulder, Anna with one hand tucked beneath her cheek. She must have turned toward him, some time in the night: her left arm was flung outward, her fingers reaching, her palm turned down...Devlin came closer...He looked down at Anna and Emery, their mirrored bodies, facing in. They were breathing in t