Once a reading of a book is under way, and we sink into the experience, a performance of a sort begins…
We perform a book – we perform a reading of a book. We perform a book, and we attend the performance.
(As readers, we are both the conductor and the orchestra, as well as the audience.)
Because by now she’d begun to forget that inside of her were two souls, and these souls kept quite and cried without tears in the dark prison of her powerful body. In their place there grew inside Marilena’s body a whole new soul, fat and gluttonous, obnoxious and fun-loving, greedy and tactless, charming when this was advantageous to her and grim when it wasn’t.
It’s no secret, of course, that souls sometimes die within a person and are replaced by others - especially with age.