Dec 07, 2008 16:38
I'm reading Winter's Tale again, I came across this:
"Morning sun now made the room as white as sugar, and the drafts and breezes made it cold. "If you're what I've got" she said, "then you're what I'll take." He might have been offended, but she did not sound in the least sorry for herself. It was as if she knewabout him even more than he did. He nodded to say that he understood. Whatever it was, It did not appear to be a marriagemade in heaven. For the first time in his life, he felt exactly what he was, and he was not impressed. Still, he wanted to embrace her. But that seemed out of the question, and the room grew whiter and whiter.
Underneath them, in the basement, the automatic furnace switched on, and the entire shiplike frame of the Penn house shuddered. They could hear the rhythmic beating of the oil burner and the yellow pounding of the flame. He wanted more than anything in the world to embrace her. But it seemed out of the question.
Then she turned into him and stretched out her arms. And he went to her as if he had been born for it."
Don't read too much into this, I just really like this passage.