Sunday, 23 March 2008

Snow started falling. . .

I could hear the angels calling.

As Patti Smith once said.

And I love that line of James Joyce from the end of The Dead: His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling. . .

I couldn't hear the angels calling, but I could hear the voices of the choir in King's College Chapel seeping out into the snow and that will do me.

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