the secret history moments that haunt my days and nights:
- bunny ruthlessly pounding on henry’s door at midnight after the rome trip; richard and henry staring wide-eyed, completely still in shock, illuminated only by a kerosene lantern
- the country house’s keeper dragging a deep black chair across the lawn in shambles, a product of henry and bunny’s rage
- bunny, sitting alone and crazed in the rome hotel, feriously translating henry’s diary and reading insult after insult to him
- francis, wrists bloody and near death, seeing henry standing across him, saying ‘i hope you’re happy now’ disgusted
- henry talking eagerly with the young waiter at a rural inn about the surrounding land while everybody else just sat and listened peacefully.
- henry having a streak of sunburn on his nose from gardening
- richard and francis driving home from the hospital and almost hitting a large ‘cat’ in the road
- henry advising richard that when on the verge of breakdown, think in another language
- “i’ll never forget this, you know,” he said matter-of-factly. “it’s nothing.” “it’s everything and you know it.”
- henry’s last words to bunny being ‘why, looking for new ferns’
- richard sobbing and not even knowing; looking at his utterly broken self in the mirror and wondering why he was crying
- ‘bun, i thought, oh, bun, i’m so sorry.’
- charles, feverish and delirious in richard’s bed, swearing that bunny sat with him on the end of the bed
- bunny’s letter begging julian to save him; henry’s soul-crushing regret for not buying him new stationery the day before his death
