“There are losses which communicate a sublimity to the soul which makes it refrain from lamentation and go about in silence as though among tall black cypress trees.”
—Daybreak, §570.
—Daybreak, §570.
In the first week of April the weather turned suddenly unseasonably, insistently lovely. The sky was blue, the air warm and windless, and the sun beamed on the muddy ground with all the sweet impatience of June.
- Donna Tartt, The Secret History (1992).
- Donna Tartt, The Secret History (1992).