John Chillingworth/Picture Post/Hulton Archive, via Getty Images The Great Divorce: A Reread …the bus was full oflight. It was cruel light. I shrank from the faces and forms by which I was surrounded. They wereall fixed faces, full not of possibilities but of impossibilities, some gaunt, some bloated, someglaring with idiotic ferocity, some drowned beyond recovery in dreams; but all, in one way oranother, distorted and faded. One had a feeling that they might fall to pieces at any moment if thelight grew much stronger. Then-there was a mirror on the end wall of the bus-I caught sight of myown.And […]