Nun 2: (Very quietly) Sir, be grateful for the music. Most of us die in silence. - Peter Greenaway

She picks up the baby and contemplates the Bonsai-bush, and, as we watch, in the growing half-dark, the Bonsai-bush flowers. On the black-and-white film, the thousands of flower-petals blush a deep red.

The moistened thumb of the expectant reader has not yet marked the soft tissues of this lean clean smiling volume. Spread me, and break me open, for pleasure.

Farewells can be both beautiful and despicable. Saying farewell to one who is loved is very complicated.