레이먼드 카버, '보존' 중에서
Sandy's husband was only thirty-one. Thirty-one and twenty-three is fifty-four. That'd put her in her fifties then, too. My God, a person couldn't live the whole rest of his life in bed, or else on the sofa. If her husband had been wounded or was ill, or had been hurt in a car accident, that'd be different. She could understand that. If something like that was the case, she knew she could bear it. Then if he had to live in the sofa, and she had to bring him his food out there, maybe carry the spoon up to his mouth---there was even something like romance in that kind of thing. But for her husband, a young and otherwise healthy man, to take to the sofa in this way and not want to get up except to go to the bathroom or to turn the TV on in the morning or off at night, this was different.
from Raymond Carver, 'Preservation'
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