e. m. forster

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it was pleasant to wake up in Florence, to open the eyes upon a bright bare room, with a floor of red tiles which look clean though they are not; with a painted ceiling whereon pink griffins and blue amorini sport in a forest of yellow violins and bassoons. It was pleasant, too, to fling wide the windows, pinching the fingers in unfamiliar fastenings, to lean out into sunshine with beautiful hills and trees and marble churches opposite, and close below, the Arno, gurgling against the embankment of the road.”

“I was hoping that he would be nice; I do so always hope that people will be nice.”

“I hope we shall soon emancipate you from Baedeker. He does but teach the surface of things. As to the true Italy–he does not even dream of it. The true Italy is only to be found by patient observation.”

“pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.”

“then the pernicious charm of Italy worked on her, and instead of acquiring information, she began to be happy.”

“she loved to play on the side of victory. victory of what and over what–that is more than the words of daily life can tell us. but that some sonatas of Beethoven are written tragic no one can gainsay; yet they can triumph or despair as the player decides, and she had decided that they should triumph.”

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