Friday, October 13, 2006

A rather kindred spirit...


"Windy Poplars,
"Spook's Lane,
"S'side, P. E. I.,
"Monday, September 12th.

"DEAREST:
….
"It's dusk, dearest. (In passing, isn't 'dusk' a lovely word? I like it better than twilight. It sounds so velvety and shadowy and . . . and . . . DUSKY.) In daylight I belong to the world . . . in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm free from both and belong only to myself . . . and YOU. So I'm going to keep this hour sacred to writing to you. Though THIS won't be a love-letter. I have a scratchy pen and I can't write love-letters with a scratchy pen . . . or a sharp pen . . . or a stub pen. So you'll only get THAT kind of letter from me when I have exactly the right kind of pen. Meanwhile, I'll tell you about my new domicile and its
inhabitants. . .”


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"Windy Poplars,
"Spook's Lane,
"S'side,
"October 10th.


"HONORED AND RESPECTED SIR:--
….
It's wonderful to think we're young and have our whole lives before us . . . TOGETHER . . . isn't it?"

(Several pages omitted. Anne's pen being evidently neither sharp,stub nor rusty.)

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(excerpts from L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Windy Poplars)

1 comment:

You Little O Wife said...

To my kindred spirit...I haven't had the chance to read your blog in at least a week. I miss Anne and need to read the series again soon- it makes me so wistful. I love you.