The Poppies of Lethe

How do we tumble down a hill?

A foot placed incautiously on an unsteady rock or loosened turf, an ankle twisted or a knee buckled, and of a sudden we are gone, our body lost to our own control until we find ouselves sprawled in indignity at the bottom. So it seems apt indeed to speak of the Fall. For sin, too, must always start with but a single misstep, and suddenly we are hurtling towards some uncertain stopping point. All that is sure in the descent is that we will arrive sullied and bruised and unable to regain our former place without hard effort.

– Geraldine Brooks (Year of Wonders)


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2 Responses to The Poppies of Lethe

  1. M says:

    i dunno shu sayer bi msn spaces but its no longer showing me that people have written new blogs. its as if its trying to break the ties so it can die in peace. i love when u read books after years of me reading them. after ive forgotten why i recommended them and after ive lost all but the golden skeleton of their memory you remind me why it was golden. qt3an tar3a 3ala shafeer alhawiya.ur space is very christmasy 🙂

  2. Ymn says:

    I almost finished reading it but it kind of depressed me at the end from the quantity of dead people in it! I wish I have read it sonner to discuss it with you though. My space is suppoesed to be Lady Buggish not christmasy!

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