Winter then in its early and clear stages, was a purifying engine that
ran unhindered over city and country, alerting the stars to sparkle
violently and shower their silver light into the arms of bare upreaching
trees. It was a mad and beautiful thing that scoured raw the souls of
animals and man, driving them before it until they loved to run. And
what it did to Northern forests can hardly be described...
Mark Helprin, Winter's Tale
Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteIt's supposed to snow here, today. But so far there is only ice in the gutters, clear and cold.
Fingers crossed :)
Yes, beautiful!
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ReplyDeleteNice post, that was a wonderful book.
Guy
The writing in Helprin's book was (and is) a marvel. It sings - every single word sings...
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