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Into the Sands

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Into the Sands

"...Maybe it wasn't a very good movie that day, or maybe she'd seen too many movies lately - she'd gone for the last eight straight days - but whatever reason, Tessie couldn't concentrate. She kept thinking that if something happened to Milton, if he was wounded or, God forbid, if he didn't come back - she would be somehow to blame. She hadn't told him to enlist in the Navy. If he'd asked her, she would have told him not to. But she knew he'd done it because of her. It was a little like Into the Sands, with Claude Barron, which she'd seen a couple of weeks ago. In that picture Claude Barron enlists in the Foreign Legion because Carrol marries another guy. The other guy turns out to be a cheater and drinker, and so Rita Carrol leaves him and travels out to the desert where Claude Barron is fighting Arabs.

By the time Rita Carrol gets there he's in the hospital, wounded, or not a hospital really but just a tent, and she tells him she loves him and Claude Barron says," I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you." And then he dies.

Tessie cried buckets. He masscara ran, staining the collar of her blouse something awful..."

--- Book Two, Chapter 10: News of the World of Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides

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