11 November 2006
what a lark! what a plunge! For so it had always seemed to him..
how dearly he would cherish the kiss of a wave, chill and sharp, and yet (for a boy of seventeen as he was) refreshing and new. Feeling as he did, standing there at the open window, the little squeak of the hinges, which he could hear now, the doors burst open. A new beginning. A plunge. A room of one's own.
8:54 PM
