Tuesday, August 14, 2012

"But he had already jerked straight round, stared, glared again, and seen but the quiet day. With the stroke of the loss I was so proud of he uttered the cry of a creature hurled over an abyss, and the grasp with which I recovered him might have been that of catching him in his fall. I caught him, yes, I held him-- it may be imagined with what a passion; but at the end of a minute I began to feel what it truly was that I held. We were alone with the quiet day, and his little heart, dispossessed, had stopped."


Tangled up in blue... said...

Which book is this from, Sherry? It reads like a childhood memory.

Sherry Wasandi said...

It's from Turn of The Screw. Very absorbing read, if you're into all-things-gothic.