“Gunning tramped about, scanning the horizon and absorbing the atmosphere. He made a few quick sketches in his book. Finally he joined Letty, who had settled down on the turf to watch him, arms clutching her knees. “I see what you mean, Letty. A superstitious type, which I’m not, might well describe it as spooky…haunted. Though some would say: holy. And you didn’t mistake the outline of the hills. I’d say this was a place of some significance to the people who’ve lived around here for generation...s. Have you noticed that it’s a circular space, smaller than an arena, bigger than a threshing floor, perhaps, which is where the earliest attempts at what you might call drama were made. And the acoustic qualities are amazing. We’ve both of us lowered our voices instinctively to a whisper. Can you imagine what it would sound like if we spoke in an actor’s voice? Well, let’s put it to the test, shall we?” To Letty’s astonishment, he jumped to his feet and began to recite. His priestly baritone boomed out across the open space, reciting, to her greater horror, lines from a pagan incantation from Swinburne.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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