Kawałek literatury

"It was still quite light out of doors, but inside with the curtains drawn and the smouldering fire sending out a dim, uncertain glow, the room was full of deep shadows. (...)

She was quite composed, as she idly stroked the satiny coat of the cat that lay curled in her lap; (...)

She knew that he loved her--a frank, blustering fellow without guile enough to conceal his feelings, and no desire to do so. (...)  

Brantain slowly arose; so did the girl arise, but quickly, and the newcomer stood between them, a little amusement and some defiance struggling with the confusion in his face. (...)"

 Kate Chopin, The Kiss

Po kilku latach nadal umiem wyrecytować te zdania. W tym samym rytmie. I F. też umie, i K... Czasem robimy to na raz zaśmiewając się do łez. Nawet gdy nie jesteśmy razem, obok tylko widzimy się na ekranie komputera. 

I nadal uśmiecham się gdy czytam to opowiadanie. Co rok coraz bardziej.