Revisiting...

It's been many years since I've read any Updike, but Friday I picked up his story collection My Father's Tears. I'm hooked again, as in the days of old, when friend Steph and I were in awe, but always felt he was holding something back, even with all the abundant brilliance. The mere mortals could only handle so much. This paragraph ended "The Apparition." Knocked me out.

"Sleepless on the verge of departure, Milford saw that this had been truth, earthly and transcendent truth, one body's adoration of another, hidden Shivas and Parvatis united amid the squalor and confusion of happenstance, of karma. He rejoiced to be tasting lust's folly once more, though the dark shape he was lying upon, fitted to him exactly, was that of his body in its grave."