‘But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady, unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed graduations, and at the last one pause…’
Tuesday, April 18, 2017
Anne Enright, The Green Road
‘She looked up at it: the coil of metal was filthy with dust while, many times an hour, the bell shook itself clean.’
