Sublime

Then he smiled fondly, as if at a memory; it occurred to him that he was nearly sixty years old and that he ought to be beyond the force of such passion, of such love. But he was not beyond it, he knew, and would never be. Beneath the numbness, the indifference, the removal, it was there, intense and steady; it had always been there. In his youth h

Her flowerlike lips touched the withered cheek and warmed its frost.

You think of a remote man merely as a man; that is, you think of him in the right way.

Ernest’s zest for life was infectious.

“The money we’ll find somehow,” he promised, and John experienced what he had not known before: men who loved beauty as an enhancement of life.

I must get him alongside this time, he thought. I am not good for many more turns. Yes you are, he told himself. You’re good for ever.

Wiltshire countryside,

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