girl in hyacinth blue
"Laurens knew Johanna thought her mothers sudden change of mood had something to do with herm or fritz. Laurens tried to assure Johanna, wordlessly, walking his fingers across the tablecloth to covor her hand like he used to do when she was a child, to make her laugh, or when he wanted to reach Digna if she drifted from him. He saw that Johanna's Windburned cheeks gave off a rosy glow of a perfectly ripe peach. notice. pay attention. notice and never forget it, he wanted to say."
"He wanted to remind Digna of some moment from their life together equally as tender as the kiss in the woods with Tanneke, equally important. there'd been many, as when they skated far out on the Plasses, so that voices of the other skaters were only rustlings of thrushes and they were swirling alone in a white, pure universe, and he had told her how he'd known her half his life, twenty-two years, his breath heralding that miracle with clods of fog, and he ahd kissed her there on the ice, twenty-two times, in gratitude. He longed to have her think of this, but how she walked, so erect and self-contained, staunched his throat."
" 'Better dead already. better send the poor thing to her maker before she gets used to life.' 'Aletta, don't you think such a thing.' ... even in this, nature worked against her: she didnt dig deep enough and rain washed away the loose dirt,. the next day townswomen discovered the poor sodden babe dead in the mud... His first view of the world out the window would be to see his mother hang for the death of his sister. how much he had to learn."
"we sank into sinful luxury with a sigh. he kissed. i kissed. I forgave and his hands played me like a benevolent instrument. he danced his fingers across my throat pianissimo and executed glissando down my spine. his prelude, an thrilling through my entire being. his plucking, all that i had hoped for. Desperately he was rustling through dress, petticoat, and i thought with grattitude how impractical pantalets would have been. breathing. there was deafening breathing and such rustling. was he suffocating under there? so as not to be indelicate, ill just say that strings were swelling into vibrato. he uttered a soft cry, in tremolo, until he sang a thin note of falsetto."
makes me laugh how they describe it musically!!! hahaha!
gotta go, the bell rang!