Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Roaming charges

I am searching for something far more mysterious. It is the path told of in books, the ancient obstructed path, the path to which the weary prince could find no entrance. It is found at last at the most forlorn hour of the morning, when you have long since forgotten that eleven or twelve is about to strike. . . . And suddenly, as one thrusts aside bushes and brier, with a movement of hesitating hands unevenly raised level to the face, it appears in sight as a long shadowy avene, the outlet of which is a small round patch of light.
—from The Wanderer, Ch. IX ("In Search of the Lost Trail")


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