Mother and Child
My Sweet Rose painting
Naiade oil painting
Nighthawks Hopper
on that ugly greenroof…. Muffins… very wasteful inbutter… but very good…. And fancyserving old-fashioned seed cake! She had never expected, not for a moment, that thingswould be as much like they used to be, … because, after all,Time didn't stand still…. And tohave made it stand still in this way must really have cost a lot of money…. Not a bit of plastic in the place! …. It mustpay them, she supposed. The out-of-date returns in due course as the picturesque…. Look how people wanted old-fashioned roses now, and scorned hybrid teas! …None of this place seemed real at all….Well, why should it? …. It was fifty – no, nearer sixty years since she had stayed here. And it didn't seem real to her because she was not acclimatised in this present year ofOur Lord – Really, the whole thing opened up a veryinteresting set of problems…. The atmosphere and the people…Miss Marple's fingers pushed her knittingfarther away from her.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
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