There Will Be Time, V.
Boating on Lake Winnego:
Robert Anderson smokes a pipe;
the boom swooshes and rattles and the cool wind whoops;
blue water glitters;
Anderson and Havig smell fields, trees, apple blossoms and fresh-turned earth;
a hawk hovers.
Tobacco, sounds, coolness, color and scents make five senses and the hawk on the wind is another frequent ingredient.
1 comment:
Kaor, Paul!
Yes, all of these are standard features in Anderson's stories. I hope readers will not get the impression that he was "repetitive" in any unfortunate sense. No, he used such things skillfully and with imagination, so that I don't think any reader thought they were obtrusive.
Ad astra! Sean
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