So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea. “It’s just because she’s such a perfect lady. There was the rub: that Julia, who could get intimate with a trapeze artist after five minutes’ conversation – who was intimate with a salesman after buying a pair of shoes – had talked for an hour to her own daughter, about the girl’s own father and lover, without the least intimacy at all. It was used for all sorts of activities and gradually it was furnished with odds and ends of furniture. Gray that this particular kind of rhododendron was called Ponticum, so the secret hiding-place was called Ponticum House. She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it. For she belonged to the magic and the loveliness. I hated its indifference and the cruelty which was part of its loveliness. I hated the sunsets of whatever colour, I hated its beauty and its magic and the secret I would never know. I hated the mountains and the hills, the rivers and the rain. A notebook in which quotations, poems, remarks, etc, that catch the owner’s attention are enteredĪ summary of this month’s reading, in words and pictures.
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