The carriage lamps shed a yellow light on a rough-looking road which seemed to be cut through bushes and low-growing things which ended in the great expanse of dark apparently spread out before and around them. A wind was rising and making a singular, wild, low, rushing sound.
“It’s—it’s not the sea, is it?” said Mary, looking round at her companion.
“No, not it,” answered Mrs. Medlock. “Nor it isn't fields nor mountains, it's just miles and miles and miles of wild land that nothing grows on but heather and gorse and broom, and nothing lives on but wild ponies and sheep.”
“I feel as if it might be the sea, if there were water on it,” said Mary. “It sounds like the sea just now.”
“That’s the wind blowing through the bushes,” Mrs. Medlock said. “It’s a wild, dreary enough place to my mind, though there’s plenty that likes it—particularly when the heather’s in bloom.”
On and on they drove through the darkness, and though the rain stopped, the wind rushed by and whistled and made strange sounds. The road went up and down, and several times the carriage passed over a little bridge beneath which water rushed very fast with a great deal of noise. Mary felt as if the drive would never come to an end and that the wide, bleak moor was a wide expanse of black ocean through which she was passing on a strip of dry land.
“I don’t like it,” she said to herself. “I don’t like it,” and she pinched her thin lips more tightly together.
Moors are wasted on the fictional!
Well isn't Mary Lennox quite the negative Nancy? No wonder her imperialist, spice-trading parents didn't like her. She goes from zero to emo in 2.5 seconds, all over a little fog.
ReplyDeleteI guess I should just give her a break -- probably just going through opiate withdrawals. That would explain the seaside hallucinations. Poor child. She'll grow up to be nothing more than a courtesan with a bad attitude.
It's a horrid injustice that bratty little tykes the likes of little Mary Lennox are the ones that find secret gardens with magic hypochondriac healing powers. I was an angel as a child and all I found was a hole under the deck that I could wiggle under to play Mary Kate and Ashley the neighbor.
Yes. I played Mary Kate and Ashley. Another example of childhood gone wrong. Michelle Tanner has morphed into not one, but two coked out anorexic hobags with a multibillion dollar nest egg. And they weren't even cute babies.
On that note, I really wonder what happened to JTT. Such a smart and cute little heartthrob. Google searches within the last five minutes have lead me to one conclusion: he is not dead, contrary to several rumors. A few days ago, I thought to myself, "I think I could date him. Seems like a nice guy. Maybe I'll meet him some day." However, I just found out that he's a vegetarian for moral reasons, so a relationship could not be in our future. It strikes me as funny that Young Simba doesn't eat meat, when he's clearly been given a lesson on the circle of life. Did he not even listen to what Mufasa said? I will turn my attention henceforth to Ryan Reynolds.
Just what I need.
Oh man, I couldn't stand it when my books rewarded a child's bad behavior with backstage passes to magic! Maybe you should have yelled at your brother more often. You could have scored at least a phantom tollbooth, or a boat to where the wild things are. Your neighbor could have tagged along, too--it sounds like she needed it as much as you did. I mean, Mary Kate and Ashley? Yikes! For a while, I thought they were one girl with a really exotic name that sort of sounded like mine. I wasn't completely wrong.
ReplyDeleteAnd then again, we are neither courtesan nor the even less classy ho-bag, so, we've got that going for us.
JTT, meanwhile! Let me dig out my dog-earred copies of Bop Magazine! I like that you randomly think of him sometimes and decide you could date him. You know why he's a vegetarian now? It's all those formative years he spent with Pumba and Timon. Warthogs are herbivores, dude, and meerkats eat bugs, so given the choice between some lush savannah grass and a cockroach, what would you snack on? 'Tis sad but true.
Notice that Simba also gets to hang out on a grassy open plain that is sort of like a moor? I'm re-thinking my position about bad behavior being the key to secret gardens. It's the dead parents that get you all the perks.
You should totally date Ryan Reynolds, by the way. He will bring you pizza, and an extra guy who can serve you the pizza, or like, do other things for you--laundry, for example, or removing the styrofoam peanuts from packages received in the mail. Yes.
Also, as an alternate title for this post, I propose: "Are you going to Yorkshire Moors? Heather, gorse, wild ponies, and sheep." Think Simon and Garfunkle, another odd duo you might mistake for one person, and definitely not people you should date.
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