‘Forgive me, Lucy,’ he says.
‘Forgive you? For what?’ She is smiling, lightly, mockingly.
‘For being one of the two mortals assigned to usher you into the world and for not turning out to be a better guide.’
- Disgrace, J. M. Coetzee
‘Forgive me, Lucy,’ he says.
‘Forgive you? For what?’ She is smiling, lightly, mockingly.
‘For being one of the two mortals assigned to usher you into the world and for not turning out to be a better guide.’
- Disgrace, J. M. Coetzee