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08-27-2012, 02:39 PM
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Quoting ~>> Annie Proulx
(I really like her style of writing) “By January it had always been winter.” ― Annie Proulx, The Shipping News “It takes a year, nephew... a full turn of the calendar, to get over losing someone.” ― Annie Proulx, The Shipping News “You stand there, braced. Cloud shadows race over the buff rock stacks as a projected film, casting a queasy, mottled ground rash. The air hisses and it is no local breeze but the great harsh sweep of wind from the turning of the earth. The wild country--indigo jags of mountain, grassy plain everlasting, tumbled stones like fallen cities, the flaring roll of sky--provokes a spiritual shudder. It is like a deep note that cannot be heard but is felt, it is like a claw in the gut... Other cultures have camped here a while and disappeared. Only earth and sky matter. Only the endlessly repeated flood of morning light. You begin to see that God does not owe us much beyond that.” ― Annie Proulx, Close Range |
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