Nothing more beautiful than the sound of moorland plants: heather and water-lily, cotton grass, sundew (pic), bog violet, spot or butterfly orchid, mountain fern, butterwort and cloudberry. Purple moor grass to lay my hair on.
A meio do século XIX, Mary Ann Evans escreveu sob o nome de George Eliot, "to ensure that her works were taken seriously". (""Young ladies don't understand political economy, you know,"said Mr. Brooke, smiling towards Mr. Casaubon.", Middlemarch)
light gazing, ışığa bakmak
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
moorlands
Publicado por Ana V. às 9:24 PM
TAGS Biblioteca de Babel, Mulheres
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"There is something strangely winning to most women in that offer of the firm arm; the help is not wanted physically at that moment, but the sense of help, the presence of strength that is outside them and yet theirs, meets a continual want of the imagination."
The Mill on the Floss
E não foi só ela a George Eliot...
a eterna apaixonada de Chopin, a George Sand.
Tem um resto de boa tarde Meia.
Hey Twiggy, sempre bom rever-te. A George Sand apaixonou-se muitas vezes ;) e o Chopin virou-se contra ela. !! the sense of help comes often from the most unexpected places. Beijo
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