"It was pleasant to wake up in Florence, to open the eyes upon a bright bare room, with a floor of red tiles which look clean though they are not; with a painted ceiling whereon pink griffins and blue amorini sport in a forest of yellow violins and bassoons. It was pleasant, too, to fling wide the windows, pinching the fingers in unfamiliar fastenings, to lean out into sunshine with beautiful hills and trees and marble churches opposite, and close below, the Arno, gurgling against the embankment of the road... Over such trivialities as these many a valuable hour may slip away, and the traveller who has gone to Italy to study the tactile values of Giotto, or the corruption of the Papacy, may return remembering nothing but the blue sky and the men and women who live under
-E.M Forster, A Room With A View
(from Capture the Castle)
Oh so full in it's meaning! It brought me to tears, and damn near broke my heart. Especially the end.
I love to write, but I think I like hiding better. I'm going to build a fortress, and surround myself with friends, family, literature, pretty dresses, and work as much as I can before I go my little trip.
This is the end, for now..