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David Mitchell, man. His prose makes me swoon. I had his latest, The Bone Clocks, delivered to my Kindle last night via pre-order and I caught a review of it in The Guardian by no less than Ursula K. Le Guin. Ah, me! The quote she highlights...
" … a west window offers a view over
one mile or a hundred miles of dunes,
up to the High Ridge and the Light of
Day. Holly follows me. "See up there?"
I tell her. "That's where we're from."
"Then all those little pale lights,"
whispers Holly, "crossing the sand,
they're souls?"
"Yes. Thousands and thousands,
at any given time." We walk over to
the eastern window, where an inexact
distance of dunes rolls down through
darkening twilight to the Last Sea.
"And that's where they're bound."
We watch the little lights enter the
starless extremity and go out, one
by one by one." ~ From The Bone Clocks by David Mitchell
/H.R. should seriously provide "reading days." I'll suggest it.
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