"I was left alone there in the company of the orchids, roses and violets, which, like people waiting beside you who do not know you, preserved a silence which their individuality as living things made all the more striking, and warmed themselves in the heat of a glowing coal fire..." -Proust
Makes me think of Louise Gluck's The Wild Iris--
ReplyDeleteExcept I do not particularly like Louise Gluck. I feel about her the way I feel about Edna. Kind of like, "Ehh...it's ok."
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