“Yesterday I walked to Clerkenwell in the morning and stood by the iron grate where the Fleet flows, and listened, and imagined I heard the waters of all the rivers I have known - the head of the Fleet at Hampstead where I played when I was young, and the wide Thames, and the Blackwater, with its secrets that were hardly worth keeping. Then it carried me in spate to the Essex shore, to all the marsh and the shingle, and I tasted on my lips the salt air which is also like the flesh of oysters, and I felt my heart cleaving, as I felt it there in the dark wood on the green stair and as I feel it now: something severed, something joined. The sun on my back through the window is warm and I hear a chaffinch singing. I am torn and I am mended - I want everything and need nothing - I love you and I am content without you.” HeartbreakSlow BurnSarah PerryThe Essex Serpent Book:The Essex Serpent Source: The Essex Serpent
“My reader, my dear- you know her, you have been waiting for her: it is the witness, the wandering woman- the punished world's wickedness unfolds! Oh beloved one, my companion- it is I, Melmoth, whose voice you have heard all these hours, all these days...It was I who told you to read, and to bear witness....Didn't you know? Didn't you guess?” MythologyLiterary FictionFairy TalesMelmothSarah Perry Book:Melmoth Source: Melmoth