Time’s Arrow (Part Two)

Martin Amis

Where do they go, these little ones who disappear – the uncreated? Safely curled inside their mothers, for a while; but then what? I have an intractable presentiment (maybe a hope, maybe a fear) that one night I will glimpse them, in Tod’s dream… Some mornings, as we prepare to turn in, and go…


At Yankee Stadium
In Soweto