Monday, August 31, 2009

Mole


It is my first reading of "The Wind in the Willows".

As he hurried along, eagerly anticipating the moment when he would be at home again among the things he knew and liked, the Mole saw clearly that he was an animal of tilled field and hedge-row, linked to the ploughed furrow, the frequented pasture, the lane of evening lingering, the cultivated garden-plot. For others the asperities, the stubborn endurance, or the clash of actual conflict, that went with Nature in the rough; he must be wise, must keep to the pleasant places in which his lines were laid and which held adventure enough, in their way, to last for a lifetime.

and:

slumber gathered him forthwith as a swath of barley is folded into the arms of the reaping machine.

and:

He saw clearly how plain and simple- how narrow, even- it all was; but clearly, too, how much it all meant to him, and the special value of some such anchorage in one's existence.

1 comment:

ilduce said...

I loved "the Wind In the Willows"! I well remember the scene when mole finally returns home after his river adventures feeling guilty for having abandoned his warm hole for so long.