Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Trees were alive: September 29, 2015

Benches in Regent's Park
But they beckoned; leaves were alive; trees were alive.  And the leaves being connected by millions of fibres with his own body, there on the seat, fanned it up and down; when the branch stretched he, too, made that statement.  The sparrows fluttering, rising, and falling in jagged fountains were part of the pattern; the white and blue, barred with black branches.  Sounds made harmonies with premeditation; the spaces between them were as significant as the sounds.  A child cried.  Rightly far away a horn sounded.  All taken together meant the birth of a new religion.

Mrs. Dalloway  (MD 22)

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