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Opposite, in convenient propinquity, stood the village church and the village
public-house. # The sky was slate grey, and so drab and melancholy was its
colour that it seemed a work of man. It was a colour of infinite Sorrow. # St.
It had the transparent, coloured richness of a scale of agate. The sky more
luminously blue than the lapis lazuli. Under the dying sun, after the rain, the
colours of the country assumed a new, an almost laboured richness, resembling
for a ...
Then there is the colour of the coral, brown, white, pink, red, purple; and the
shapes it takes are marvellous; it is like a magic garden, and the hurrying fish are
like butterflies. It strangely lacks reality; it has the fantastic air of the product of
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A compilation of notes kept over his lifetime and published just before Maugham's death. Though there were some pearls of wisdom and insightful comments on writing it was his commentary on daily life ... Read full review