Due to this great list of literary tumblrs from The Millions
, I came across a wonderful essay on swimming and literature from The American Scholar. Check this out:
"Perhaps most touching is Laurie Colwin's "Wet," about a man who doesn't realize that his wife sneaks off every day for a secret, private hour that excludes him. The story ends: "What had grieved him was simply a fact: every day of her life she would be at some point damp, then drying, and for one solid time, wet.""
Whoa, am I right? Read it!