Saturday, April 14, 2007

Why Robertson Davies is My Favorite Author:

"Thus it was that when Francis came to die, he had pretty well made up his accounts with all the principal figures in his life, and although he seemed to the world, and even to his few close friends, an eccentric and crabbed spirit, there was a quality of completeness about him that bound those friends tighter than would have been the case if he had been filled with one-sided, know-nothing sweetness and easy acceptance." p.773 "What's Bred in the Bone"

Can this man write a brilliant run-on sentence, or what?!?

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