“On an evening in the latter part of May a middle-aged man was walking homeward from Shaston to the village of Maroltt, in the adjoining Vale of Blakemore, or Blackmoor. The pair of legs that carried him were rickety, and there was a bias in his gait which inclined him somewhat to the left of a straight line. He occasionally gave a smart nod, as if in confirmation of some opinion, though he was not thinking of anything in particular. An empty egg-basket was slung upon his arm, the nap of his hat was ruffled, a patch being quite worn away at its brim where his thumb came in taking it off. Presently, he was met by an elderly parson astride on a grey mare, who, as he rode, hummed a wandering tune.” –Thomas Hardy, “Tess of the D’Urbervilles”
Somehow, in all the hours of glorious Brit Lit reading done for classroom and pleasure, I realized last month when speaking with a colleague that I had somehow missed TESS. And now your posting is reminder number two. I think it prompts me to make it my next read.
Good to hear that. Maybe you’ll have a little Thomas Hardy love-fest…
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