silk
...finished reading alessandro baricco's "silk" tonight - it only took a little over an hour. big story in such a little book.
"Herve Joncour continued to look at it, as though there stood nothing else between here and the horizon. Thus he saw,
finally,
suddenly,
the sky above the palace spotted with thousands of birds in flight, as though they had exploded from the earth, birds of every kind, flying all over the place in frantic terror, singing and crying, an explosive fireworks of wings, clouds of colour shot against the light, sounds of terror, music in flight, fleeing through the sky."
"He would cover sheet after sheet with strange sketches looking like machines. One evening Helene asked him:
'What are they?'
'It's an aviary.'
'An aviary?'
'Yes.'
'What for?'
Herve Joncour kept his eyes on the sketches.
'You fill it up with birds, as many as you can, then one day when something good happens to you, you throw it open and watch them fly away."
"Herve Joncour continued to look at it, as though there stood nothing else between here and the horizon. Thus he saw,
finally,
suddenly,
the sky above the palace spotted with thousands of birds in flight, as though they had exploded from the earth, birds of every kind, flying all over the place in frantic terror, singing and crying, an explosive fireworks of wings, clouds of colour shot against the light, sounds of terror, music in flight, fleeing through the sky."
"He would cover sheet after sheet with strange sketches looking like machines. One evening Helene asked him:
'What are they?'
'It's an aviary.'
'An aviary?'
'Yes.'
'What for?'
Herve Joncour kept his eyes on the sketches.
'You fill it up with birds, as many as you can, then one day when something good happens to you, you throw it open and watch them fly away."