In that quiet earth

wh title page wh underground 1 wh underground 3 wh underground 4   The smell of leaf mold, the dirt already turning cold: but its darkness opens easily, to receive, like a seed, the book, this book, this copy of Wuthering Heights, to sleep all winter underground, then emerge in the spring for our performance. What changes will it undergo? How will it look when it lives again? I lingered ...under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering  among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth. UPDATE, April 2015: WH reborn 1 wh reborn 2 wh reborn 3 wh reobrn 4 So near the surface, when I sunk in the trowel: the exterior somewhat rough, but the words, the heart, still readable, still intact. Six months in the ground and her face is hers yet! Cathy lives.  

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