Grand chords

Apr 7, 2017 | Prose Porn, Things I wish I'd written

I like men who have known the best and the worst, whose life has been anything but a smooth trip. Storms have battered them, they have lain, sometimes for months on end, becalmed. There is a residue even if they fail. It has not been all tinkling; there have been grand chords.

…from Burning The Days, by James Salter, above whom no one stands any better at writing, simply, of men.