Mr. Potter (2011)
“Potter Oh, how slowly night falls, how imperceptibly night begins, for night begins when the sun is in its usual place, up above and in the middle of the sky, and shining so harshly bright it makes shadows pale. Night begins in the middle of the day. And I was thirty-three years old and living in a city that was between thirty and forty-five degrees latitude north of the equator. And my life, as I viewed it then, was in a tunnel, ablaze with torrents of fire, and there were no exits; and at tha...t time I glowed not like an ember surging toward ashes but like a stout log enveloped in flames. And Mr. Potter hovered over it, my life, with his line drawn through me and I was alive and would be for a long time, a time beyond his imagining. And at that time, when I was thirty-three years old and living north of the equator and in the temperate zone, he came into my life like a dying insect drawn to a heated glassy surface, or like a dying insect drawn to the stilled surface of a pool of water.MoreLess
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