The Sacred Combe (2016)
“But my voice carried through the stone-silent cottage though I lowered it almost to a whisper, and I could feel the presence of M’Synder’s sharp and expectant ears — so I kept it brief. She, perhaps guessing my predicament, presented me with a writing pad whose cover was yellowed with age, and a rather fine old fountain pen that I had to refuse, being left-handed. The first three handwritten letters of my adult life (not counting that mad reply extracted by Sarah) were composed on her writing-p...lank in the parlour and addressed to my parents, my brother, and a friend who had consoled me the previous autumn, and contained brief, experimental sketches of the people, places and impressions with which you are now familiar. My father, at least, seemed to appreciate this effort, for he sent a cheery reply by return of post, in the looping black handwriting that I had admired as a child and assumed I would one day acquire, but never did.
Thus I deliberately acknowledged the existence of the profane world, and, I suppose, the nonsensical story-so-far of my own life.MoreLess
Thus I deliberately acknowledged the existence of the profane world, and, I suppose, the nonsensical story-so-far of my own life.MoreLess
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