Sunday, September 16, 2007
It may be laid down as a general rule that if a man begins to sing, no one will take any notice of his song except his fellow human beings. This is true even if his song is surpassingly beautiful. Other men may be in raptures at his skill, but the rest of creation is, by and large, unmoved. Perhaps a cat or a dog may look at him; his horse, if it is an exceptionally intelligent beast, may pause in cropping the grass, but that is the extent of it. But when the fairy sang, the whole world listened to him. Stephen felt clouds pause in their passing; he felt hills shift and murmur; he felt cold mists dance. He understood for the first time that the world was not dumb at all but waiting for someone to speak to it in a language it understands.
--excerpt from 'Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell'.
Posted by Dominic at 2:40 AM