Charles Frazier

Οι κανόνες που επινοεί ένας αιχμάλωτος για να βρίσκει ενδιαφέρουσα τη θέα από το παράθυρο.

That summer, Inman had viewed the world as if it were a picture framed by the molding around the window. Long stretches of time often passed when, for all the change in the scene, it might as well have been an old painting of a road, a wall, a tree, a cart, a blind man. Inman had sometimes counted off slow numbers in his head to see how long it would be before anything of significance altered. It was a game and he had rules for it. A bird flying by did not count. Someone walking down the road did. Major weather changes did-the sun coming out, fresh rain-but shadows of passing clouds did not. Some days he’d get up in the thousands before there was any allowable alteration in the elements of the picture.