Carol’s Reviews > A Time of Gifts > Status Update
Carol
is on page 27 of 321
When the snow stopped, the bright morning light laid bare a wonderful flat geometry of canals and polders and willows, and the sails of innumerable mills were turning in a wind that was also keeping all the clouds on the move — and not only clouds and mills; for soon the skaters on the canals, veiled hitherto by the snowfall, were suddenly scattered as a wind-borne portent came whirling out of the distance…
— 3 hours, 14 min ago
Like flag
Carol’s Previous Updates
Carol
is on page 30 of 321
Somebody had told me that humble travellers in Holland could doss down in police stations, and it was true. A constable showed me to a cell without a word, and I slept, rugged up to the ears, on a wooden plank hinged to the wall and secured on two chains under a forest of raffish murals and graffiti. They even gave me a bowl of coffee and quarter of a loaf before I set off.
— 3 hours, 7 min ago
Carol
is on page 14 of 321
It was a time when one falls in love hard and often, and my aesthetic notions, entirely formed by Andrew Lang’s Coloured Fairy Books, had settled years before on the long-necked, wide-eyed pre-Raphaelite girls in Henry Ford’s illustrations, interchangeably kings’ daughters, ice maidens, goose girls and water spirits, and my latest wanderings had led me … to the vision of just such a being.
— 3 hours, 37 min ago
