Sunday, 9 October 2016

George Eliot (22/11/1819 - 22/12/1880 ) - On Autumn


"Is this not a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migration, the trees are putting on  the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the  ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."

- George Eliot in a letter, October, 1841

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