– Oh, Father, dear Father! Have I found you at last? Now I shall
never, never leave you again!
– The sea was rough and the whitecaps overturned the boat. Then a
Terrible Shark came up out of the sea and, as soon as he saw me in the
water, swam quickly toward me, put out his tongue, and swallowed me as
easily as if I had been a chocolate peppermint.
– And how long have you been shut away in here?
– From that day to this, two long weary years – two years, my P….
– And then?
– And then, my dear, we’ll find ourselves in darkness.
– Then, my dear Father, there is no time to lose. We must escape.
– Escape! How?
– We can run out of the Shark’s mouth and dive into the sea.
– You speak well, but I cannot swim, my dear P.
– Why should that matter? You can climb on my shoulders and I, who am
a fine swimmer, will carry you safely to shore.
– Dreams, my boy! [shakes his head and smiles sadly] Do you think it
possible for a Marionette, to have the strength to carry me on his
shoulders and swim?
– Try it and see! And in any case, if it is written that we must die,
we shall at least die together. [takes the candle and goes ahead
lighting the way]. Follow me and have no fear.
in ‘the invention of solitude’, paul auster