It was so dark in the underpass that I had to watch my step - carrying two bags of food, one for Tigger and one for Rick. When Tigger saw me coming, he staggered to greet me. Sobbing, he embraced me ...
Maurice Sendak was my first real author. Before Dostoevsky and Dickens. Before Fitzgerald and Alice Walker and Hemingway and Lermontov. Now he is gone. And that makes me very sad. Among his last books ...