crown of thorns

"Her look was black and endless and melting pure. She looked through him. She saw into the troubled thrashing woods of him, a rattling thicket of bones. She saw how he'd woven his own crown of thorns. She saw how although he was not worthy he'd jammed this relief on his brow. Her eyes stared into some hidden place but blocked him out. Flat black." os olhos negros do veado. estar na pele de um alcoólico, entre o trágico e a comédia. em Love Medicine, de Erdrich.

(deer killing scene, aqui em .pdf)