There are moments when a passage in a book strikes so forcibly that it is necessary to stop reading and ponder the words. What is it I have just read? Why do these words have such an impact? Colm Tóibín’s The Master had such a moment for me.
“’William suffers sometimes. His dark dreams overwhelm him, and when 1 first learned that about him I wanted him away from me. 1 wished to be elsewhere when he seemed ready to give into the darkness. There was nothing 1 could do for him, but I have learned, just as the boys and Peggy have learned, that it does not take much to comfort him.’
Henry attempted to convey by his silence that he would listen to her with sympathy for as long as she wished to speak.
‘Peggy was a very difficult child,’
Henry moved to put more logs on the fire and they sat in a silence broken only by the mild sea wind and the crackling of the burning wood”.
Have I said things that have caused people unnecessary pain or fear?
Would I have the courage to say what I feared?
Would I have the strength to cope with the fears of others?
What is untold?