Quotes from John Harding

But, Mrs Van Hoosier, if I may make so bold-' 'You may not,' She inserted another cake into her mouth and chewed it so angrily I all but felt sorry for it. When it was finally dead she turned and fixed me a look, as though she were a scientist and I some kind of bug she was microscoping.

She was mantelpieced by a large bosom [...] you could have stood things on it, a vase of flowers and a bust of Beethoven, and a family photograph or two, maybe.

O Cisne Foi em abril, eu me lembro, embora em meu espírito fosse dezembro, Que um pássaro ferido foi retirado da escuridão do lago, As penas brancas brilharam ao sol, e de sua boca escorreu a água negra, Enquanto por dentro minha voz gritava até pensar que meu coração iria se partir; Fui eu quem assistiu à sua morte, seguindo à deriva, à deriva, esperando em sua vigília Que Deus levasse sua alma.

His long limbs didn't fit to easily into a drawing room, where it seemed one or other of them was always flailing out of its own accord, tipping a little side table here or tripping a rug there; he was like a huge epileptic heron.

As I princessed in the tower, he knight-in-shining-armoured up the drive.

The Swan It was April, I remember, though my spirit was December, When a broken bird was lifted from the darkness of the lake, In the sun white feathers gleaming, from her mouth black water streaming, While within my voice was screaming until I thought my heart would break; It was I who watched her dying, drifting, drifting, waiting in her wake For God her soul to take.