This was my conversion to the baroque. Here under that high and insolent dome, under those tricky ceilings; here, as I passed through those arches and broken pediments to the pillared shade beyond and sat, hour by hour, before the fountain, probing its shadows, tracing its lingering echoes, rejoicing in all its clustered feats of daring and invention, I felt a whole new system of nerves alive within me, as though the water that spurted and bubbled among its stones was indeed a life-giving spring.This makes me want to hear it read aloud. I may have to get the audio from the library at some point.
Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited
Friday, July 20, 2018
Conversion to the baroque
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