Wednesday, May 27, 2009

More Gentian Hill quotes

"Up in the far corner a spring, the Pixies' Well, which had given the meadow its name, bubbled up beneath an old hawthorne tree and ran off in a small stream that crossed the field, fed the trough in the center of it, and then disappeared underground again. It mysteriously fed the well in the center of the yard and the duck pond in the orchard. In spring a mass of white blossoms covered the hawthorne tree and the few old apple trees that grew in the grass, and forget-me-nots and primroses bordered the stream, but today Stella thought it just as lovely with the berries clustered thickly on the hawthorne branches, deep crimson against the blue sky, and with golden leaves floating gently down from the apple trees." (p. 69).

"Weekaborough Farm lay in the valley below them, backed by low round hills, with Beacon Hill shouldering up into the sky behind like a friendly protecting giant. Somewhere beyond Beacon Hill, old Berry Pomeroy Castle was built upon a hill in the woods. Stella could not see it, but she knew it was there, and greeted it in her mind. To their right they looked through a break in the hills across a wide landscape of woods and fields to the splendid rampart of the moors rising against the western sky, while to the east, seen through another break in the hills, was the sea.

Weekaborough Farm itself seemed to Stella, who loved it so much, to be the central point of the loveliness. She could see the whole of it there at her feet, dwarfed by distance and yet having the visionary qualify of all things seen far off, so that the tiny domain that she could have picked up in her hands awed her as it never did when she was down there and a part of it. Home! It showed you its face when you sat quiet within it at that moment when day was passing to night, but it could only reveal its spirit, its eternal meaning, when you stood at a little distance, just turning to leave it or just returning to see it, seeing it at that transition moment when a larger world was claiming or releasing you. It was always at these transition times, it seemed, when for a moment nothing owned you and you owned nothing, that you saw things so very clearly." (p. 70).

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