Here are the quotations for the coming week (November 7th to 13th):
1. '...I made haste, the river aiding me, but ere I had touched the shoal, the pulse of the stream beat, as it were, within me and around, and, behold, the shoal was gone, and I rode high on the crest of a wave that ran from bank to bank…the rain came and lashed the water white, and I heard no more save the roar of the waters below and the roar of the rain above…'
2. "...A tarred road, she shoots every drop o' water into a valley same's a slate roof. 'Tisn't as 'twas in the old days, when the water soaked in and soaked out in the way o' nature. It rooshes off they tarred roads all of a lump, and naturally every drop is bound to descend into the valley..."
3. ...There was not so much a roar as the purposeful drive of a tide across a jagged reef, which put down every other sound for twenty minutes. A wide sheet of water hurried up to the little terrace on which the house stood, pushed round every corner, rose again and stretched, as it were, yawning beneath the moonlight, joined other sheets waiting for them in unsuspected hollows, and lay out all in one. A puff of wind followed...
The sources of last week's extracts (Nov 1st to 6th)are as follows:
1. (…'The Abbot of Wilton kept the best pack in the country) This is from "Below the Mill Dam" in Traffics and Discoveries.
2. (…'Henceforth I will give one dollar to the man on whose land Abu Hussein is found. ) This is from "Little Foxes" in Actions and Reactions.
3. (…(he) desired more than he desired anything else at that moment, to ride…) This is from "My Son’s Wife" in A Diversity of Creatures.
Good wishes to all, John R
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