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The Fountain
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14 The Foun tain A beau ti ful book is al ways about a suc cess ful fam ily. folk say ing What comes most often to the sur face of my mem ory, other than the gar den with its foun tain con stantly mur mur ing some piece of our family’s his tory, is the over hang ing bal cony, which seemed to keep the house on the edge of de par ture, of flight. After sleep less nights, my father would emerge onto the bal cony, often with his gaze fixed on the rapid wa ters of the river. Here, be fore sun rise, his thoughts would co a lesce into the glim mer of a new idea that had long been ges tat ing in his con scious ness. The path of my father’s sig nifi cant thoughts ended on this bal cony. It was here also that sleep would over come him, let ting the house slip into a kind of si lence. My mother would cover him with a thin blan ket to pro tect his light sleep. Some times, late at night, he would wake out of a si lence broken by the rest less slum ber ing of the chil dren long since asleep in the nearby rooms. As if catch ing a trace of the en ergy lib er ated by our sleep ing, he would fall into a new, deep, fresh, and fer vent read ing. Thus, our fall ing into sleep was, more often than not, his awak en ing. My mother faith fully fol lowed the com ings and go ings in the life of the fam ily, and in side she fer vently sensed that my father was on the verge of some new de ci sion of sig nifi cance for all of us. ...