Crome Yellow

Book Excerpt: s enamoured with the beauty of words.Becoming once more aware of the outer world, he found himself onthe crest of a descent. The road plunged down, steep andstraight, into a considerable valley. There, on the oppositeslope, a little higher up the valley, stood Crome, hisdestination. He put on his brakes; this view of Crome waspleasant to linger over. The facade with its three projectingtowers rose precipitously from among the dark trees of thegarden. The house basked in...
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Book Excerpt: s enamoured with the beauty of words.Becoming once more aware of the outer world, he found himself onthe crest of a descent. The road plunged down, steep andstraight, into a considerable valley. There, on the oppositeslope, a little higher up the valley, stood Crome, hisdestination. He put on his brakes; this view of Crome waspleasant to linger over. The facade with its three projectingtowers rose precipitously from among the dark trees of thegarden. The house basked in full sunlight; the old brick rosilyglowed. How ripe and rich it was, how superbly mellow! And atthe same time, how austere! The hill was becoming steeper andsteeper; he was gaining speed in spite of his brakes. He loosedhis grip of the levers, and in a moment was rushing headlongdown. Five minutes later he was passing through the gate of thegreat courtyard. The front door stood hospitably open. He lefthis bicycle leaning against the wall and walked in. He wouldtake them by surprise.Read More