De Engelse schrijver Bruce Chatwin werd op 13 mei 1940 in Sheffield geboren. Zie ook mijn blog van 13 mei 2007 en ook mijn blog van 13 mei 2008 en ook mijn blog van 13 mei 2009 en ook mijn blog van 13 mei 2010.
Uit: On The Black Hill
„Every morning their alarm went off at six. They listened to the farmers’ broadcast as they shaved and dressed. Down-stairs, they tapped the barometer, lit the fire and boiled a kettle for tea. Then they did the milking and foddering before coming back for breakfast.
All the birds were silent in the sillness that precedes a storm. Thistledown floated upwards, and a shriek tore out across the valley. The labour pains had begun…
The oarsman was a boy in a red-striped blazer; and in the stern, half-hidden under a white parasol, sat a girl in a lilac dress. Her fair hair hung in thick tresses, and she trailed her fingers through the lapping green wavelets.
She was a good woman who hoped the world was not as bad as everyone said. She had a bad heart brought on by poverty and overwork…
…She never forgot an insult and she never forgot a kindness. She felt crushed and ashamed — ashamed of her boys and ashamed of being ashamed of them.
The Reverend Thomas Tuke was a classical scholar of private means…
…He knew the whole of Homer by heart: each morning, between a cold bath and breakfast, he would compose a few hexameters of his own…
…Most of the women were in love with him — or transported by the timbre of his voice.“
Bruce Chatwin (13 mei 1940 – 18 januari 1989)
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