Friday, March 27, 2020

Sequestered, March 27, 2020


A Story from the Flu Pandemic of 1918 … I’m not as well read as I should be and had not to this point read Katherine Anne Porter’s ‘PALE HORSE, PALE RIDER.’ Just yesterday I saw reference to it and searched it out. From enotes: “During World War I, Porter worked as a reporter in Denver. There she met and fell in love with a lieutenant. She then contracted influenza during the epidemic [of 1918] and nearly died. ‘Pale Horse, Pale Rider’ is her attempt to record that experience.” 
She experiences a nightmare in her feverish sleep and sees a pale horse and rider who represents Death, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse in the Book of Revelation. She “rose in her stirrups and shouted, I’m not going with you this time — ride on!” This book is on the internet and can be read free.

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