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‘She found the world difficult, because, while she knew that life is precious and must be watched night and day or it will vanish without warning, she also knew that in the long run life is of no value at all, because it vanishes without warning. Between these two sharp edges she made her way as well as she could. When Hubert first saw Rose, he thought how light and definite her walk was, and that her expression was resolute. He never learned that the courage she showed came not from natural hope or from natural confidence or from any ignorant, natural source, but from her determination to avoid touching the two madnesses as they guided her, pressing too close to her and narrowing her path into a very thin line. She always walked in straight lines. She went from where she was to the place where she was going, and then back again to the place where she had been. She kept close to the house. She might as well have been in a net, for all the freedom she felt.’
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The Springs of Affection, Maeve Brennan
- Sprache
- Erscheinungsdatum
- 2016
- Einband
- (Paperback)
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- Titel
- The Springs of Affection
- Untertitel
- Stories
- Sprache
- Englisch
- Autor*innen
- Maeve Brennan
- Verlag
- Stinging Fly Press
- Erscheinungsdatum
- 2016
- Einband
- Paperback
- Seitenzahl
- 347
- ISBN10
- 1906539545
- ISBN13
- 9781906539542
- Reihe
- Kategorien
- Schlagwörter
- Gegenwartsliteratur, Kurzgeschichten, 20. Jahrhundert, Irland, Irische Literatur
- Beschreibung
- ‘She found the world difficult, because, while she knew that life is precious and must be watched night and day or it will vanish without warning, she also knew that in the long run life is of no value at all, because it vanishes without warning. Between these two sharp edges she made her way as well as she could. When Hubert first saw Rose, he thought how light and definite her walk was, and that her expression was resolute. He never learned that the courage she showed came not from natural hope or from natural confidence or from any ignorant, natural source, but from her determination to avoid touching the two madnesses as they guided her, pressing too close to her and narrowing her path into a very thin line. She always walked in straight lines. She went from where she was to the place where she was going, and then back again to the place where she had been. She kept close to the house. She might as well have been in a net, for all the freedom she felt.’