Wednesday, April 19, 2006

TTC subway, Bloor/Danforth Line, 9:05 AM

Caucasian woman, late 30s, black sunglasses, tan overcoat, sensible up-do, classic but slightly overdone make-up, dangled earrings, rose pashmina, black leather attache, one baubled ring on right hand.

The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje (McClelland & Stewart, 2006)

Appeared to be about 10 pages in, near bottom of lefthand page:

He crouched by the burned man. He made a skin cup with the soles of his feet and leaned back to pluck, without even looking, certain bottles. With the uncorking of each tiny bottle the perfumes fell out. There was an odour of the sea. The smell of rust. Indigo. Ink.

3 comments:

zitakatalin said...

OK, I finished reading every one of your posts ~ very nice work! (this was the last one. or the first one that you made, I guess you can look at it both ways?)

Take care, and keep observing!

Zita

Julie Wilson said...

Haha! I decided to wait to answer your posts. Whew, you were busy today! Thanks so much for taking the time to go back in time. I'm very happy people seem to be enjoying this. Stay tuned for more!
P.S. In the next few days, I'll post a picture you might get a kick out of. :)

ZitaKatalin said...

Yeah, I figured I'd have something waiting for me here ... ;)

Thanks.

I added you to my favourites on my blog and I will tell my friends to check you out.

Will check back for the picture.

Have a great weekend!