“I also know that memoir writing is rarely easy and that we shouldn’t expect it to be. This is life we are talking about. The wonder and confusion of it…”
“But the weather had changed and darkened and home was nowhere to be seen. She turned her face out to the incoming sea and splashed on” (147).
“He was not willfully old-fashioned…he sometimes wondered if there might not be hidden costs for a humanity…”
“The mountain was indifferent – it always had been.”
“An otter slid into the burn as I started along the path, and I saw a kingfisher darting among the low branches trailing in the water…”
“One day it will be my turn.”
p 182 “That sense of loss is exactly what we must anticipate, prepare form and cherish to the last of our days; for it is only our heartbreak that finally refutes all that is ephemeral in love.” Grand hotels. Elegance. Loss and gentle decay. This is an enchantingly melancholic story. This is one which captured…