Many of the farm building were no longer used. The barns and pens -- red-brick walls, roofs of slate or clay tiles -- around the muddy yard were in decay; and only occasionally in the pens were there cattle == sick cattle, enfeebled calves, isolated from the herd. Fallen tiles, holed roofs, rusted corrugated iron, bent metal, a pervading damp, the colours rust and brown and black, with a glittering or dead-green moss on the trampled, dung-softened mud of the pen-yard: the isolation of the animals in that setting, like things themselves about to be discarded, was terrible.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Saturday, August 7, 2010
The Enigma Of Arrival - pg. 15
Labels: Vidiadhar Surajprasad Naipaul
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