Excerpt from Niels Lyhne

While this is a professional blog, I felt this excerpt to be very beautiful and worth sharing.


"Now, as he sat there at the window, the longing awoke again. He longed for thousands of trembling dreams, for images of cool sensitivity: pastel colors, fleeting scents, and fine music from tensely stretched, tautly stretched streams of silvery strings; and then silence, into the innermost heart of silence, where the waves of air never carried a single scrap of sound, where everything rested to death in the still glow of reddish colors and the expectant warmth of fiery fragrance. He did not long for this, but it emerged from the other and drowned it, until he turned away from it and recaptured his self."

Niels Lyhne by Jens Peter Jacobsen