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Posted by on December 25, 2007, 8:27 pm
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today. Today there
were fear, hatred, and pain, but no dignity of emotion, no deep or complex
sorrows. All this he seemed to see in the large eyes of his mother and his
sister, looking up at him through the green water, hundreds of fathoms down
and still sinking.
Suddenly he was standing on short springy turf, on a summer evening
when the slanting rays of the sun gilded the ground. The landscape that he
was looking at recurred so often in his dreams that he was never fully
certain whether or not he had seen it in the real world. In his waking
thoughts he called it the Golden Country. It was an old, rabbit-bitten
pasture, with a foot-track wandering across it and a molehill here and
there. In the ragged hedge on the opposite side of the field the boughs of
the elm trees were swaying very faintly in the breeze, their leaves just
stirring in dense masses like women's hair. Somewhere near at hand, though
out of sight, there was a clear, slow-moving stream where dace were
swimming in the pools under the willow trees.
The girl
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