Friday, October 21, 2005

Linen. And sleep. Sleep and linen.

He nodded curtly at this memory and lowered his head stiffly back on to the firmly plumped up pillows and ran the back of his finely freckled hand over the folded-back linen sheet. Quite simply he was in love with linen. Clean, lightly starched, white Irish linen, pressed, folded, tucked - the words themselves were almost a litany of desire for him. In centuries nothing had obsessed him or moved him so much as linen now did. He could not for the life of him understand how he could ever have cared for anything else. Linen. And sleep. Sleep and linen.
long dark tea time of the soul-- --- Douglas Adams

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