| Quote #10 [Clare:] It's lying on its back, trying to breathe, its tiny ribcage quivering, but it's too soon, it's convulsing, and blood is gushing from the cord. […] his skin is almost imaginary, […] I can see right through him and my hands are empty and he's gone, gone. (2.12.11) |
Clare watches her little baby boy on the verge of life and death, knowing that he's ultimately not fit to live. She witnessed the fragility of life.