Monday, November 20, 2006

Alice Thomas Ellis 1932-2005

"On the last day of summer Mrs. Bohannon fell in love. The poplars, fallaciously pathetic, looked horrified, thier branches rising on the wind like startled hair, and a pilgrim cloud wept a few chill tears.

It began in a garden, as these things will, and she fell in love with her husband's son.

Bloody hell!

It happened like this..."


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