excerpt from 'The diaries of Sylvia Townsend Warner' pp. 186-187 (108 words)
excerpt from 'The diaries of Sylvia Townsend Warner' pp. 186-187 (108 words)
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We spent the morning listening to the King's funeral. Good things were - the muffled Westminster bells: the iron-chain noise of the feet of the ratings and the troops (just like Great Eye's beach after storm) and the ripple of the horse-hoofs. Big Ben tolling once a minute for each year (56) of the King's life; above all, at Paddington & at Windsor, the pipe-playing. I think I have never heard better, especially Macheidlhe - I don't know how to spell it - the Cameronian tune: strange how small, after the long piping and marching up to St George's, the actual church ceremony: a divine dolls-house after that timeless music. |
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