excerpt from 'The diaries of Sylvia Townsend Warner' pp. 66 (59 words)
excerpt from 'The diaries of Sylvia Townsend Warner' pp. 66 (59 words)
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Then it began to rain and I lit a fire, and Teague appeared with roses from behind an umbrella like the shield of Achilles, but plainer, and walked in. [...] He began to play a bit of one of the organ fugues, and I heard the affinity between his touch and the way painters float their colour onto the canvas. |
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