Last line

Out of this universal feast of death, out of this extremity of fever, kindling the rain-washed evening sky to a fiery glow, may it be that Love one day shall mount?

This entry was posted in Books. Bookmark the permalink.

3 Responses to Last line

  1. red says:

    Clue: This author was run out of his own country. This book pretty much described the inner sickness of all of Europe in the early stages of the 20th century – but he found a way to do it in such a brilliant extended metaphor. This is an incredible book.

  2. mina3727 says:

    Magic Mountain-Mann

Comments are closed.