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Quiet Interior
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Claire went slowly upstairs, pulling off her reindeer gloves. As her head came level with the landing window, which looked out on to the paved court of a club, she saw the fine black tracery of lea?ess plane trees against the blue October Sky. There was some magic for her in lea?ess she loved their austerity, the rhythm of their lines, unblurred by bursting, sticky buds, pricked vernal leaves, thick drooping foliage, tassels, streaks or cones of bloom. She loved etchings, the sharp silhouette of crags and masonry; rain frozen in hard ruts dew on dark thorns; frost pencillings on the pane; the pale tints and thin lines of a wintry country-side. But this taste for severity and pallor was no indication of ascetic ism; it was as sensuous and aesthetic as another's love for deep banks of ?owers, luxurious fabrics. One stand ing before an espalier crucified upon the wall, would rejoice if an apricot, sunned through to the core, dropped into his hand; and Claire's pleasure in the pattern of the espalier and its slender leaves would be no less.
Claire went slowly upstairs, pulling off her reindeer gloves. As her head came level with the landing window, which looked out on to the paved court of a club, she saw the fine black tracery of lea?ess plane trees against the blue October Sky. There was some magic for her in lea?ess she loved their austerity, the rhythm of their lines, unblurred by bursting, sticky buds, pricked vernal leaves, thick drooping foliage, tassels, streaks or cones of bloom. She loved etchings, the sharp silhouette of crags and masonry; rain frozen in hard ruts dew on dark thorns; frost pencillings on the pane; the pale tints and thin lines of a wintry country-side. But this taste for severity and pallor was no indication of ascetic ism; it was as sensuous and aesthetic as another's love for deep banks of ?owers, luxurious fabrics. One stand ing before an espalier crucified upon the wall, would rejoice if an apricot, sunned through to the core, dropped into his hand; and Claire's pleasure in the pattern of the espalier and its slender leaves would be no less.
286 pages, Paperback
Published January 1, 2024
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About the author
E.B.C. Jones
6 booksEmily Beatrix Coursolles Jones (1893–1966)
15 April 1893 EBCJ was born at 6 St John's Park, Blackheath (that is London), the youngest in a family of eight children.
By 8 May 1917 EBCJ's first slim volume of poetry was Windows, issued jointly with Christopher Jonson.
By 19 November 1920 The year before her marriage, EBCJ published her first novel, Quiet Interior, which Katherine Mansfield welcomed as "remarkably well constructed" for a debut.
EBCJ had many friends among the Bloomsbury group. Virginia Woolf hovered between "liking and disliking", feeling she could never become intimate with 'Topsy' but "welcoming the spruce shining mind."
30 June 1966 EBCJ died of a stroke in Newbury, at Newbury District Hospital.
15 April 1893 EBCJ was born at 6 St John's Park, Blackheath (that is London), the youngest in a family of eight children.
By 8 May 1917 EBCJ's first slim volume of poetry was Windows, issued jointly with Christopher Jonson.
By 19 November 1920 The year before her marriage, EBCJ published her first novel, Quiet Interior, which Katherine Mansfield welcomed as "remarkably well constructed" for a debut.
EBCJ had many friends among the Bloomsbury group. Virginia Woolf hovered between "liking and disliking", feeling she could never become intimate with 'Topsy' but "welcoming the spruce shining mind."
30 June 1966 EBCJ died of a stroke in Newbury, at Newbury District Hospital.
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