She expects it; she feels the touch in advance, as birds feel shadow.
She expects it; she feels the touch in advance, as birds feel shadow.
Alighting at Sixty-Ninth Street, he braced himself with a visible effort and started the long climb up the four flights of stairs.
- Young Men in Spats by P.G. Wodehouse -
Gosh, I fished vigorously around for a copy of this book that was so late in release anyway, but when I finally got it and started it I found it tough going. I put it aside until I was 'ready for it' so not to spoil my enjoyment. I have still to re-pick it up. I've read most of Ken Follett's stuff and of course he is a terrific writer. I vaguely wondered if this sequel was a 'we need 20,000 words by a week next Friday' kind of project. I do admire the way he applies himself to such painstaking research into his subjects.
Sorry, I have to go - there's a fruit-fly on my screen.
They dream about fine thread
From Clouded Sky: poems by Miklos Radnoti
I was about to rush off and search the garden, when my mother told me that I must have some breakfast first.
Hi,
But now she had entered into a new current of feeling.
'Adam Bede' by George Eliot
Don Quixote begged of her to do him the favour to add hereafter the title of Lady to her name, and for his sake to be called from that time the Lady Tolosa; which she promised to do.
- Don Quixote by Cervantes -
His pursuers were slowing now.
Judas Unchained by Peter F. Hamilton
She fell silent and one of the young girls sang a song in the Greek tongue which Sharkan did not understand.
- The Book of THE THOUSAND NIGHTS and ONE NIGHT, Rendered from the literal and complete version of Dr. J. C. Mardrus; and collated with other sources; by E. Powys Mathers -
She had been stunned at finding that a passionate love-affair was not, as her marriage had led her to believe, a prescription for general happiness.
"They know nothing of the death and destruction which is near them, so that in one day they shall all perish."
-Homer's Odyssey - Signet Classics version
Bhí sé ina chónaí leis féin i detach beag ceanntuí in ascall an gleanna.
Well, the thread asked me to do it! Didn't say it was English Literature or English only! It's Irish - 'he lived by himself in a small, thatched house in a corner of the glen
He scrambled up, and ran on, and this time, the crow only hovered above, though not very high up, and still following him, but silently, and no longer attempting to swoop down.
The only sailor whose eyes could have been called green was a tall man who amused the crowd on the quay by calling out cheerfully every time the planks fell: "All right! All right!".
~ James Joyce- Dubliners ~
Love was much more nebulous than stains on linen rags - The Miniaturist by Jessie Burton