“Richard Seltzer tells this story of love”
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Yale University surgeon named Richard Seltzer. Richard Seltzer tells this story of love.
“I stand by the bed where a young woman lies, her face post operative, her mouth twisted and palsy clownish. A tiny twig of the facial nerve, the one to the muscles of her mouth has been severed. She will be thus from now on. The surgeon had followed, with religious fervor, the curve of her flesh. I promise you that. Nevertheless, to remove the tumor from her cheek I had to cut the little nerve. Her young husband is in the room. He stands on the opposite side of the bed and together they seem to dwell in the evening lamplight, isolated from me, private. ‘Who are they?’ I asked myself. He and this wry mouth I have made, who gaze at and touch each other so generously, greedily. ‘Will my mouth always be like this?’ she asks. ‘Yes,’ I say. ‘It will be. It is because the nerve was cut.’ She nods and is silent. But the young man smiles. ‘I like it,’ he says. ‘It’s kind of cute.’ All at once, I know who he is. I understand and I lower my gaze. One is not bold in an encounter with the gods. Unaware of my presence, he bends to kiss her crooked mouth. And I am so close, I can see how he twists his own lips to accommodate her, to show her that their kiss still works. And I remember that in Ancient Greece, the gods appeared as mortals and I hold my breath and I let the wonder in.”
