Monday, April 28, 2014

Green + Orangey

"All day long he watched for openings, watched for matches, drawing pins, scissors, butter; jugs of milk, substances, qualities, things that would crash, would tip, would pour, would squelch, would glitter. He put his finger into holes. Into the cane holes of the chair seat, into empty knots in the wood floor; into channels where they stuck and would not come out. It was as though his thought not perfectly and constantly clarified into speech his mind flickered restlessly in his fingers. Like the blind and the dumb his hands spoke for him. His eyes saw and his hands asked."
 Enid Bagnold
The Squire (1938)