Sentence The Sixtyseventh
Enervated by her dreams of the Dresden Shepherdess, though well aware of the futility of obsessing over someone there was little, if not no, likelihood of ever seeing again, Teri had sunk into a lethargic ennui; as there was no reliable broadband service to Rosie's cottage, and she had forgotten her Kindle, and on her mobile she could not read conveniently, Teri had searched Rosie's extensive library – shelf after shelf of dead-tree editions which, if she was truthful – which she pretty much always was, and still is – she much preferred, and began reading The Collected Letters of Seneca;
she vaguely heard a distant knock, but was so engrossed in her reading that she had paid it no heed until Rosie's face appeared in the doorway, with a very silly-looking grin, at which Teri must have looked perplexed, and at her silent enquiry, Rosie said in the Yoda-like anastrophising they had been using all weekend: “a Dresden Shepherdess, it is – and you to see, she says, she is!”
Enervated by her dreams of the Dresden Shepherdess, though well aware of the futility of obsessing over someone there was little, if not no, likelihood of ever seeing again, Teri had sunk into a lethargic ennui; as there was no reliable broadband service to Rosie's cottage, and she had forgotten her Kindle, and on her mobile she could not read conveniently, Teri had searched Rosie's extensive library – shelf after shelf of dead-tree editions which, if she was truthful – which she pretty much always was, and still is – she much preferred, and began reading The Collected Letters of Seneca;
she vaguely heard a distant knock, but was so engrossed in her reading that she had paid it no heed until Rosie's face appeared in the doorway, with a very silly-looking grin, at which Teri must have looked perplexed, and at her silent enquiry, Rosie said in the Yoda-like anastrophising they had been using all weekend: “a Dresden Shepherdess, it is – and you to see, she says, she is!”
Comments
Post a Comment