Michael Malone - Weebly

Richard Rage, who had in a single day, and without
intending to, made clear that the Abernathys were not
living together at all, by reminding them that they were
not touching, not seeing the other, that they had never
been able to move into the other's world, though in the
beginning both had been mesmerized by the very width
of the chasm between them. So they had thought they
lived easily together, only to find, when the chasm did
split apart, how quickly everything could fall right. Like
a painting, Beanie said, finally moved after hanging for
years slightly too high on the wall, and suddenly you see
that it's wrong and you change it. Like not consciously
knowing you had been for a long while off balance in a
plane until the wing tipped back and you were upright
again and it felt right.
These were not the metaphors he would have
chosen; still, he, with his more fugitive and cloistered
virtues, stood in awe of Beanie's victory over language;
less in awe of her courage in battling her way to Truth
as her wrestling Truth down until it yielded her, like the
angel yielding to Jacob, the words to explain its
meaning. She who had actually once said she "hated"