A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems

"Oh, not that way back. We can never have
too much of the dear Piazza Signoria."
"They're nice people, the Vyses. So
clever--my idea of what's really clever. Don't
you long to be in Rome?"
"I die for it!"
The Piazza Signoria is too stony to be brilliant.
It has no grass, no flowers, no frescoes, no
glittering walls of marble or comforting
patches of ruddy brick. By an odd
chance--unless we believe in a presiding
genius of places--the statues that relieve its
severity suggest, not the innocence of
childhood, nor the glorious bewilderment of
youth, but the conscious achievements of
maturity. Perseus and Judith, Hercules and
Thusnelda, they have done or suffered
something, and though they are immortal,
immortality has come to them after
experience, not before. Here, not only in the