By Peter S. Beagle
A kindly raven brings foodstuff to and is the significant other of a guy who has taken shelter in an deserted mausoleum in a brand new York urban cemetery for nineteen years.
Title: A wonderful & inner most Place
Author: Beagle, Peter S.
Publisher: Tachyon Publications
Publication Date: 2007/05/28
Number of Pages: 264
Binding sort: PAPERBACK
Library of Congress: bl2007019271
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Blue sky, shining sun. " Mr. Rebeck smiled a little. " The raven lifted his wings slightly. "Why should I? " "I like summer," Mr. Rebeck said. " "Jesus," the raven said. "Not so early in the morning. Incidentally, you better get rid of all those old paper bags. " "I'll drop them in the wastebasket in the men's room," Mr. Rebeck said. "No you won't. I'll fly them out. People start wondering, you know. They see paper bags in a cemetery, they don't think the Girl Scouts are having a picnic. Besides, you hang around there too much.
Death is like life in a lot of ways," he said thoughtfully. "The power to see clearly doesn't always change people. The wise in life sometimes become wiser in death. The petty in life remain petty. The dead change their addresses, you see, not their souls. "I've always thought cemeteries were like cities. There are streets, avenues—you've seen them, I think, Michael. There are blocks, too, and house numbers, slums and ghettos, middle-class sections and small palaces. They give visitors cards at the entrance, you know, with their relatives' streets and house numbers.
So he examined the new thought closely but gingerly, stood close to it to get the details and then away from it for perspective; he stretched it, thinned it, patted it into different shapes, gradually molding it to fit the contours of his mind. A rush of wings made him look up. The raven was circling ten or fifteen feet above him, calling to him. " Mr. Rebeck called up to him. "Saw something on the way out," the bird said. "There's a funeral procession coming in the front gate—not a very big one, but it's coming this way.