Tuesday, September 11, 2007

The Piano Man's Daughter


Eliza blinked and wondered what Ede would do when she discovered the noise a city makes, and the fact that a city never sleeps. And the sorry news that she’d seen her last cow and would never hear a rooster crow or step out the door into a world of fields. Well – there was always the train to McCaskill’s Mills and a person could always come home. “I’ll be at home,” said Ede.“No,” said Eliza. “Home is where you where you were born, not where you bide.”

Timothy Findley
The Piano Man’s Daughter

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