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

extended uncritical approval to every
well-known name.
But though she spent nearly seven lire, the
gates of liberty seemed still unopened. She
was conscious of her discontent; it was new to
her to be conscious of it. "The world," she
thought, "is certainly full of beautiful things, if
only I could come across them." It was not
surprising that Mrs. Honeychurch disapproved
of music, declaring that it always left her
daughter peevish, unpractical, and touchy.
"Nothing ever happens to me," she reflected,
as she entered the Piazza Signoria and looked
nonchalantly at its marvels, now fairly familiar
to her. The great square was in shadow; the
sunshine had come too late to strike it.
Neptune was already unsubstantial in the
twilight, half god, half ghost, and his fountain
plashed dreamily to the men and satyrs who
idled together on its marge. The Loggia
showed as the triple entrance of a cave,
wherein many a deity, shadowy, but immortal,