Monday, 23 September 2013

The Man of Property (book 1 of the forsyte saga) by John Galsworthy

Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance in within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always wild!  And further – the facts and figures of their own lives being against the perception of truth – it was not generally recognised by Forsytes that, where, this wild plant springs, men and women are but moths around the pale, flame-like blossom. 

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