Favorite Words Buried in Books

tarde venientibus ossa—to the latecomer are left the bones.

Neither of his daughters had any idea, were as carefree as Hobbits, never guessing the Shadow that loomed on the horizon.  On his days off, when he wasn’t at the clinic or in his study, writing, Abelard would stand at his rear window and watch his daughters at their silly children’s game until his aching heart could stand it no more. 

Each morning, before Jackie started here studies, she wrote on a clean piece of paper: Tarde venientibus ossa.

From The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz.


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