The gray half-tones of daybeak are not the grey half-tones of the day's
close, though the degree of their shade may be the same. In the twilight
of the morning light seems active, darkness passive, in the twilight of
evening it is the darkness which is active and crescent, and the light
which is the drowsy reverse.
I decided to re-read one of my favourite books.
Do you ever read something and have to pause because it's so well written, or it touches your soul, or is such a good story you can't go on until you take a breather? I wish every book was like this.
The first and only time I read this, I threw it across the room after I finished it. Seriously. If you've read the book (or any Thomas Hardy) you likely understand.
This is also why I love Thomas Hardy:
She thought of the child consigned to the nethermost corner of hell, as its double-doom for lack of baptism and lack of legitimacy, saw the arch-fiend tossing it with his three-pronged fork, like the one they used for heating the oven on baking days......
My old friend C. who shares a love of Hardy used to wonder what the hell happened to him?! All of his characters are doomed from the start. He is the original Tom Waits and I love him with all my heart.
1 comment:
Okay, it's really sad that I bought this two summers ago when I visited you in Victoria and I still haven't read it.
I am sheepish.
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