Gertie
Glasgow
Why I recommend this — 3 years ago
The story as a whole didn’t leave much of an impression, but the following excerpt gives a glimpse to some brilliant writing:
“We felt meditative, and fit for nothing but placid staring. The day was ending in a serenity of still and exquisite brilliance. The water shone pacifically; the sky, without a speck, was a benign immensity of unstained light; the very mist on the Essex marshes was like a gauzy and radiant fabric, hung from the wooded rises inland, and draping the low shores in diaphanous folds.”
