Buried gold
Soz, rather random post with the most gorgeous passage of literature I've read in recent times :). I love Sebastian, teddy-bear and all.
"On a sheep-cropped knoll under a clump of elms we ate the strawberries and drank the wine-- as Sebastian promised, they were delicous together-- and we lit fat, Turkish cigarettes and lay on our backs, Sebastian's eyes on the leaves above him, mine on his profile, while the blue-grey smoke rose, untroubled by any wind, to the blue-green shadows of foliage, and the sweet scent of tobacco merged with the sweet summer scents around us and the fumes of the sweet, golden wine seemed to lift us a finger's breadth above the turf and hold us suspended.
'Just the place to bury a crock of gold,' said Sebastian. 'I should like to bury something precious in every place where I've been happy and then, when I was old and ugly and miserable, i could come back and dig it up and remember.'"
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"On a sheep-cropped knoll under a clump of elms we ate the strawberries and drank the wine-- as Sebastian promised, they were delicous together-- and we lit fat, Turkish cigarettes and lay on our backs, Sebastian's eyes on the leaves above him, mine on his profile, while the blue-grey smoke rose, untroubled by any wind, to the blue-green shadows of foliage, and the sweet scent of tobacco merged with the sweet summer scents around us and the fumes of the sweet, golden wine seemed to lift us a finger's breadth above the turf and hold us suspended.
'Just the place to bury a crock of gold,' said Sebastian. 'I should like to bury something precious in every place where I've been happy and then, when I was old and ugly and miserable, i could come back and dig it up and remember.'"
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