"Now from hope’s summit headlong falling his heart foreboded that his house was doomed, the ancient world to its end falling, and the tides of time turned against him. Toll must he pay and trewage grievous, the blood spending that he best treasured the lives losing that he loved dearest; there friend"
"Dawn came dimly. On the dark faces of the old mountains eastward staring light was kindled. The land shimmered. Sun came shining. Silver morning bathed in water bright ascended the bare heaven blue and lofty. Beams fell slanting through the boughs of trees glancing and glimmering in the grey forest;"
"At the victorious end of the sea-battle, with Arthur on his ship off Romeril, gazing at his own land in doubt of his best course, my father ceased to work on The Fall of Arthur: in my view, one of the most grievous of his many abandonments."
"As a rule, indeed, no manuscript of my father's could be regarded as 'final' until it had safely left his hands."
"Very oddly he is the slayer of the Emperor Lucius, although less than 200 lines later Lucius is slain again by King Arthur."
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“As a rule, indeed, no manuscript of my father's could be regarded as 'final' until it had safely left his hands.”——画龙点睛,一针见血!
As a rule, indeed, no manuscript of my father's could be regarded as final until it had safely left his hands.