He felt he knew now what time would be like without seasons and what heat would be like without light and what man would be like without salvation.(Now how many writers do you know of that can put all of that into one sentence?)
"Her Spirits were naturally good, and not easily depressed, and she possessed such a fund of vivacity and good humour as could only be damped by some very serious vexation.- Besides these antidotes against every disappointment, and consolations under them, she had another, which afforded her constant relief in all her misfortunes, and that was a fine shady Bower, the work of her own infantine Labours..." ~from Jane Austen's Catherine, or the Bower
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Thursday, September 9, 2010
Flannery
Flannery O'Connor is one of the best I've ever read. Every time the seasons change I am reminded of something she wrote,
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