Monday, April 13, 2009

Me, Regularly

A sudden and total atmosphere of isolation came over him, pervasive and almost tangible, a spell. The others sensed it and stared. The world of solitude closing around him was at that moment impenetrable, a shield, airless, hereditary, penetrating to his bones, his veins.

Excerpt from The Paragon
by John Knowles

 

2 comments:

AmongTheRuins said...

What a fabulous quote...makes me want to read the book.

Hypothetical said...

AmongTheRuins, he's a good writer. I could relate with the feeling in this quote. Sometimes my quietness feels very physical, and very noticeable.