Okay, won't use the word 'lovely'*g*, will use the word gorgeous instead. And really and truly this is. The whole thing reads like a narrative poem without ever coming across as pretentious and 'writer-y' in any way. Quite an accomplishment, to make something so lyrical seem so *them.* You have a simply wonderful way with word choices.
My favourite - and there is so much I could pick out - is that last refrain of Bodie's: "Oh, England, my England he thought, and tightened his arms around Doyle as the room dimmed again," which ended it beautifully. :sigh:
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Date: 2006-11-06 11:34 am (UTC)My favourite - and there is so much I could pick out - is that last refrain of Bodie's: "Oh, England, my England he thought, and tightened his arms around Doyle as the room dimmed again," which ended it beautifully. :sigh: