"The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating" Quotes
A woman finds solace in observing a wild snail while bedridden with a mysterious illness.
nonfiction | 208 pages | Published in NaN
Quotes
The sound of a wild snail eating was not loud. But it was audible.
My own illness had left me unable to do what I had once most loved, and after a year in bed, I was growing discouraged.
I had a great desire to turn my head and see the creature that was making this sound, but since I couldn't, I strained my ears even further, absorbing the sound as if it were a kind of sustenance.
In the small world of the snail, impervious to the passage of time, I could forget my own passing.
Time seemed to open up and become more expansive, as if it were freer and less constricted than before.
The snail's life was becoming a kind of companion to mine.
I was beginning to feel in the snail's life a kind of beautiful indifference to time.
The snail and I could study each other at our leisure.
The snail had a kind of tiny, stubborn dignity that kept it alive, and I had a tiny, stubborn dignity that kept me alive.
The snail's world was one of warmth and light, and it was hard to believe that so small a creature could live so large.
