|—||G. K. Chesterton (via rodrigogurgel)|
|—||G. K. Chesterton, Chaucer (via meanderingsofyore)|
In both books they were not allowed to feel love.
Two of my favorites.
|—||Stephen Donaldson, The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant (via leo-topp)|
|—||G. K. Chesterton (via theworldismadeofwords)|
Covenant is affronted by the arras of Berek Halfhand in his rooms at Revelstone. (Artist unknown)
From Lord Foul’s Bane (pg 235):
None of this is happening, he moaned. How are they doing this to me?
Reeling inwardly, he turned to look at the arras as if it might contain some answer. But it only aggravated his distress, incensed him like a sudden affront. Bloody hell! Berek, he groaned. Do you think it’s that easy? Do you think that ordinary human despair is enough, that if you just feel bad enough something cosmic or at least miraculous is bound to come along and rescue you? Damn you! he’s going to destroy them! You’re just another leper outcast unclean, and you don’t even know it!
His fingers curled like feral claws, and he sprang forward, ripping at the arras as if he were trying to rend a black lie off the stone of the world. The heavy fabric refused to tear in his half-fingered grasp, but he got it down from the wall. Throwing open the balcony, he wrestled the arras out into the crimson-tainted night and heaved it over the railing. It fell like a dead leaf of winter.
I am not Berek!
|—||G. K. Chesterton (via larien-vardamir-arcamonel)|
-G. K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy
I’ve experienced this, it’s terrifying.