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Wednesday, March 18, 2015


'Stones don't come at us from the sky for nothing. Either it's like when a man tosses an apple to you out of his orchard, as you go by. Or it's like when someone shies a stone at you, to cut your head open. You'll never make me believe the sky is like an empty house with a slate falling from the roof. The world has its own life, the sky has a life of its own, and never is it like stones rollling down a rubbish heap and falling into a pond. Many things twitch and tweitter within the sky, and many things happen beyond us. My own way of thinking is my own way.'
- Lewis, the groom, to Mrs Witt, on seeing  meteor - from D. H. Lawrence's St Mawe.

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