Granny Godley was dying of a damaged heart and grimly turned over each new day like a playing card from a steadily diminishing deck, anticipating of each one that it would be the ace of spades, while what had come instead was this solemn-eyed coat card, this miniature queen of diamonds, swaddled and uncannily still and always looking at something far off to the side that only she it seemed could see, clutching in her white-knuckled fist the wilting flower of the future.
-- John Banville, The Infinities --
Have a great Monday!
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I knew this would be the book for you - enjoy! :-)
ReplyDeleteIt's a real dandy, Merisi.
ReplyDeleteA real dandy.