The turning point is this then and now, and although the word then is a word you usually associate with something that is gone, it is still a future - something you have to wait for, something you have to do, but can't do, because this sick person, whom you love, holds you fast in a no man's land, where you can neither drink nor write to dull the pain.
Snúningsásin er hetta tá og nú, og hóast orðið tá er eitt orð, tú vanliga setir í samband við nakað, sum er farið, so er kortini talan um eina framtíð - okkurt sum tú noyðist at bíða eftir, okkurt tú skalt gera, men ikki fært gjørt, tí hetta sjúka menniskjað, sum tú elskar, heldur tær fast í einum onga manna landi, har tú hvørki sleppur at drekka ella at skriva fyri at dulma pínuna.