He knew by heart every last minute crack on its surface. He had made maps of the ceiling and gone exploring on them; rivers, islands, and continents. He had made guessing games of it and discovered hidden objects; faces, birds, and fishes. He made mathematical calculations of it and rediscovered his childhood; theorems, angles, and triangles. There was practically nothing else he could do but look at it. He hated the sight of it.
Josephine TeyI expect this is what death is like when you meet it. Sort of wildly unfair but inevitable.
Josephine TeyYou can't have a tin can tied to your tail and go through life pretending it isn't there.
Josephine Tey