/lit/ - Literature

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>A short time later, when the carpenter was taking measurements for the coffin, through the window they saw a light rain of tiny yellow flowers falling.

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I've always loved this line from The Recognitions:
>He stood numb, surrounded by ice, among the frozen giants of buildings, as though to dare a step would send him head over heels in a night with neither hope of morning to come nor heaven's betrayal of its triumphal presence, in the stars.

>From where I stood the house was hidden by a green spur, but I knew well how and where it lay, couched among the lime trees like a hind in the bracken.
It's just a random sentence from Brideshead Revisited, but for some reason I know it by heart.

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In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

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>The chaotic Thunder-cloud, with its pitchy black, and its tumult of dazzling jagged fire, in a world all electric:
Carlyle describing the air of revolution in France and how we perceive it through the dark lens of history.

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>The chaotic Thunder-cloud, with its pitchy black, and its tumult of dazzling jagged fire, in a world all electric:
Carlyle describing the air of revolution in France and how we perceive it through the dark lens of history.

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The desert he rode was red and red the dust he raised, the small dust that powdered the legs of the horse he rode, the horse he led.