BOOK: Winesburg, Ohio by Sherwood Anderson

“In her room in the shabby old hotel the sick wife of the hotel keeper began to weep and, putting her hands to her face, rocked back and forth.  The words of her one friend, Doctor Reefy, rang in her ears.  ‘Love is like a wind stirring the grass beneath trees on a black night,’ he had said.  ‘You must not try to make love definite.  It is the divine accident of life.  If you try to be definite and sure about it and to live beneath the trees, where soft night winds blow, the long hot day of disappointment comes swiftly and the gritty dust from passing wagons gathers upon lips inflamed and made tender by kisses.'”

(Need I say more?  I thought not.)

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One Response to “BOOK: Winesburg, Ohio by Sherwood Anderson”

  1. Bzirk Says:

    I adore Sherwood Anderson and have for quite a while. That is all. 🙂

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