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⇒ Cover ⇒ Preface ⇒ Introduction ⇒ The visit ⇒ Weymouth map c.1930 ⇒ Portland map c.1930 ⇒ Works quoted ⇒ Postface |
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A visit to the Weymouth Sands of John Cowper Powys [ ⇒ continue... ] |
The fact that we all of us, at every hour of our common day, are surrounded by this unthinkable thing, space without end, is an eternal reminder that the forms, shapes and events of habitual occurence, which we are inclined to take so easily for granted, are part of a staggering and inscrutable enigma. |
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Her thoughts became the pebbles; they became the sand; they became the waves, they became the crying of the gulls. Her thoughts became the sharp, bitter, overpowering smell of heaps of ancient seaweed. They became that peculiar dryness, a dryness that resembles a sound that sets your teeth on edge, of the shelving pebble-bank beneath her.(...) Mr. Gaul and Perdita were both walking quite slowly now (...) It is then that under the spell of the simplest forms of matter, a mud-bank, a flint track, a stone wall, they are allowed to listen to a speech too deep for sound; and they become eavesdroppers of the ancien litany of aboriginal matter and grow confederate with the long piety of the cosmos, whose religion is to wait. |
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