Empathy through Literature: #1 The Thirteenth Tale

“When I came to myself Dr. Clifton was there. He put an arm around me. “I know,” he said. “I know.”

He didn’t know, of course, Not really. And yet that was what he said, and I was soothed to hear it. For I knew what he meant. We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delineaments, weight and dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the color of grief is common to us all. “I know,” he said, because he was human, and therefore, in a way, he did.”

-Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale

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