Our Lies Are Not Our Fault — Elizabeth Bowen

“The straight sunny tombstones looked sociable, fresh wreaths were laid on the breasts of the graves. You could almost see the dead sitting up holding their flowers, like invalids on a visiting-day, waiting to hear the music. Only the very new dead, under raw earth with no tombstones, lay flat in despair: on one grave a whole mass of flowers had wilted; no one had had the heart yet to put any more …” — Elizabeth Bowen

From TO THE NORTH, one of her ten novels that I am re-reading and finding in them much of Aickman and Ligottian Anti-Natalism, as well as amazing Bowenesque factors… my reviews of her novels being linked here: https://dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/2021/11/27/elizabeth-bowens-novels/

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