Book Passages

[BrianSoddingBoru4]

Do you have a favourite passage (or more than one) from a book you’ve read? Something, amusing, profound, silly…your choice.


Here’s one of mine, from Twain’s A Double-Barreled Detective Story:

‘It was a crisp and spicy morning in early October. The lilacs and laburnums, lit with the glory-fires of autumn, hung burning and flashing in the upper air, a fairy bridge provided by kind nature for the wingless wild things that have their home in the tree-tops and would visit together; the larch and the pomegranate flung their purple and yellow flames in brilliant broad splashes along the slanting sweep of woodland, the sensuous fragrance of innumerable deciduous flowers rose upon the swooning atmosphere, far in the empty sky a solitary oesophagus slept upon motionless wing; everywhere brooded stillness, serenity, and the peace of God.’

He got LOTS of mail about that. 

Boru