Scrap looked up at the pine trees motionless among stars. Beauty made you love, and love made you beautiful...
She pulled her wrap closer round her with a gesture of defence, of keeping out and off. She didn't want to grow sentimental. Difficult not to, here: the marvellous night stole in through all one's chinks, and brought in with it, whether one wanted them or not, enormous feelings--feelings one couldn't manage, great things about death and time and waste; glorious and devastating things, magnificent and bleak, at once rapture and terror and immense, heart-cleaving longing. She felt small and dreadfully alone. She felt uncovered and defenceless. Instinctively she pulled her wrap closer. With this thing of chiffon she tried to protect herself from the eternities.
excerpt, The Enchanted April (Elizabeth Von Arnim)
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
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1 comment:
mmm this is wonderful. maybe my next read?
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