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when you weren't expecting it. That was | when you weren't expecting it. That was | ||
the one which showed a sinking vessel in | the one which showed a sinking vessel in | ||
flames. You could see how | flames. You could see how it had heeled over | ||
and the struggles of the drowning crew as | and the struggles of the drowning crew as | ||
they escaped from the garish flames into | they escaped from the garish flames into | ||
the dark eternal depths. Only once since | the dark eternal depths. Only once since | ||
that last [crossed out: year] winter so many years ago [[?]] before we moved out to | that last [crossed out: year] winter so many years ago in [[?]] before we moved out to | ||
the new house on the North Shore, has a | the new house on the North Shore, has a | ||
purely visual impression struck me with a force somehow | purely visual impression struck me with a force somehow | ||
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with the pure yellow of the [crossed out: dense] broom | with the pure yellow of the [crossed out: dense] broom | ||
which seemed to cover them completely. Then, | which seemed to cover them completely. Then, | ||
again I felt my eyes cringe as the banality | again, I felt my eyes cringe as the banality | ||
of the moment seemed to explode and disintegrate | of the moment seemed to explode and disintegrate | ||
and I found myself deeply, unaccountably | and I found myself deeply, unaccountably | ||
shaken. | shaken. | ||
Latest revision as of 03:22, 25 November 2022
when you weren't expecting it. That was the one which showed a sinking vessel in flames. You could see how it had heeled over and the struggles of the drowning crew as they escaped from the garish flames into the dark eternal depths. Only once since that last [crossed out: year] winter so many years ago in ? before we moved out to the new house on the North Shore, has a purely visual impression struck me with a force somehow comparable to the stab inflicted by that picture of this burning [crossed out: sinking] vessel. That was at the moment of emerging from one of the tunnels along the Autostrada to Rome at the season when the slopes and embankments beyond the dilating aperture were blazing with the pure yellow of the [crossed out: dense] broom which seemed to cover them completely. Then, again, I felt my eyes cringe as the banality of the moment seemed to explode and disintegrate and I found myself deeply, unaccountably shaken.