(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Wolf Hall - pg. 170

His sister Kat, her husband Morgan Williams, have been plucked from this life as fast as his daughters were taken, one day walking and talking and next day cold as stones, tumbled into their Thames-side graves and dug in beyond reach of the tide, beyond sigh and smell of the river; deaf now to the sound of Putney's cracked church bell, to the smell of wet ink, of hops, of malted barley, and the scent, still animal, of woollen bales; dead to the aroma of of pine resin and apple candles, of soul cakes baking.

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