Letters from home

   

    "There were letters for her at the bureau - one from her brother, full of athletics and biology; one from her mother, delightful as only her mother's letters could be. She read in it of the crocuses which had been bought for yellow and were coming up puce, of the new parlourmaid, who had watered the ferns with essence of lemonade, of the semi-detached cottages which were ruining Summer Street, and breaking the heart of Sir Harry Otway. She recalled the free, pleasant life of her home, where she was allowed to do everything, and where nothing ever happened to her. The road up through the pine-woods, the clean drawing-room, the view over the Sussex Weald - all hung before her bright and distinct, but pathetic as the pictures in a gallery to which, after much experience, a traveller returns."

    E.M. Forster, A Room with a View

Comments

[Mystica]

Oh that sounds wonderful.

[Cornflower]

I'm enjoying it very much so far.

[Nora]

I am reading Howards End currently.