There was a glare of lightning and a crash of thunder all in one, and after that for a long time the thunder and lightning came so close one after the other that no one knew which flash belonged to which clap of thunder. The camp was full of light and the rolling, crashing thunder overhead made things seem hurried, as if there was something that ought to be done but no time in which to do it. The lanterns were lit but, though they were bright in the short moments of darkness, they seemed to give no light at all in the glare of the lightning flashes.Arthur Ransome, from Swallows and Amazons, 1930
It was dark again and suddenly quiet. It was as if the storm were holding its breath. Then there was a deep, rushing noise, far away, louder and louder every moment.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Louder and Louder Every Moment
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2 maids a-milking:
once upon a time my favorite book so much that we divided the local farm kids into two tribes. swallows. amazons. there were flags, and forts, and the corgis were neutral.
Just bought a copy of Swallowdale, can't wait.
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