But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me Into a towering passion.

Is that what that was?
A towering passion, was it?

A passion is one thing.
But a towering one is another. I picture it like an angry animal, like a bull, maybe. And at first there’s just one angry bull but they start to multiply. They are piled one on top of another until they form a tower and as the tower grows, their fury increases as well. And sooner or later, the tower is about to fall and all the furious bulls will tumble down and let their rage run wild.


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