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serafaeryThere are so many beautiful passages in Mink River that bring me to tears. Here is one I found today. (For context, Moses is a crow who was raised by a human and lives with both crows and humans and has full grasp of human-like consciousness and language. Owen is dealing with a daughter who is deeply depressed and verging on suicidal.)
Moses, do crows ever... lose their way?
O yes. I think it's a function of intelligence, Owen. The more complex the brain the more ways it can twist and turn. We are electrochemical beings. Anything can go wrong. I have seen crows go blank. I have seen crows deliberately cause their own deaths. I had a friend who dove into the sea. She was a most amazing creature. She had the most amazing capacity for languages. She could speak with any creature. She had a most astounding mind. Something happened to her and she dove into the sea in a thunderstorm and she never came back up. I think of her every day. I think perhaps she is a fish now. She was a most remarkable creature. I think of her at dusk. When the light is blue and black and brown and everything smells like salt and sand and spruce I think of her. I think of her every day. She was a most remarkable creature.
-Brian Doyle
Moses, do crows ever... lose their way?
O yes. I think it's a function of intelligence, Owen. The more complex the brain the more ways it can twist and turn. We are electrochemical beings. Anything can go wrong. I have seen crows go blank. I have seen crows deliberately cause their own deaths. I had a friend who dove into the sea. She was a most amazing creature. She had the most amazing capacity for languages. She could speak with any creature. She had a most astounding mind. Something happened to her and she dove into the sea in a thunderstorm and she never came back up. I think of her every day. I think perhaps she is a fish now. She was a most remarkable creature. I think of her at dusk. When the light is blue and black and brown and everything smells like salt and sand and spruce I think of her. I think of her every day. She was a most remarkable creature.
-Brian Doyle
