Thursday, January 07, 2010

Nice sentence

"He came to a marketplace, where old men who looked as if they had heard the crying of their children fade and turn to silence too many times led donkeys carrying panniers of gnarled, sawed-up tree roots, drawn like wisdom teeth from the back jaws of deforested hills, to sell as firewood."
James Meek, We Are Now Beginning Out Descent (Canongate: London, 2008)


6 comments:

Eleanor said...

Like I said, oblique to the point of being unreadable

Will said...

THE MEEK SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH

Eleanor said...

You look at your blog too much

Will said...

Comment ---> email notification

≠ rocket science

Eleanor said...

I prefer to think you're just obsessively checking it every 30 seconds.

Will said...

That would lead to an unprecendented rise in my disappointment levels.