When I was little and basking in the love of my father and his friends, I never imagined that I would someday be in Italy watching my fellow Canadians die of horrific battle wounds despite my best nursing skills. The war is over, and my regiment has moved on, but I cannot leave the burned man. I stay behind and care for him; I'm alone with Englishman for many months. One day, I look up and a man is walking down the hall: Caravaggio.
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Moments before sleep are when she feels most alive, leaping across fragments of the day, bringing each moment into the bed with her like a child with schoolbooks and pencils. The day seems to have no order until these times, which are like a ledger for her, her body full of stories and situations. (pp. 35–36)
—Both from The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje