The Lake
It was one of those enticing days at the beginning of May when white clouds are drawn about the earth like curtains. The lake lay like a mirror that somebody had breathed upon, the brown islands showing through the mist faintly, with gray shadows falling into the water, blurred at the edges. The ducks were talking in the reeds, the reeds themselves were talking, and the water lapping softly about the smooth limestone shingle. But there was an impulse in the gentle day, and, turning from the sandy spit, Father Oliver walked to and fro along the disused cart-track about the edge of the wood, asking himself if he were going home, knowing very well that he could not bring himself to interview his parishioners that morning.
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The Lake
It was one of those enticing days at the beginning of May when white clouds are drawn about the earth like curtains. The lake lay like a mirror that somebody had breathed upon, the brown islands showing through the mist faintly, with gray shadows falling into the water, blurred at the edges. The ducks were talking in the reeds, the reeds themselves were talking, and the water lapping softly about the smooth limestone shingle. But there was an impulse in the gentle day, and, turning from the sandy spit, Father Oliver walked to and fro along the disused cart-track about the edge of the wood, asking himself if he were going home, knowing very well that he could not bring himself to interview his parishioners that morning.
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The Lake

The Lake

by George Moore
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by George Moore

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It was one of those enticing days at the beginning of May when white clouds are drawn about the earth like curtains. The lake lay like a mirror that somebody had breathed upon, the brown islands showing through the mist faintly, with gray shadows falling into the water, blurred at the edges. The ducks were talking in the reeds, the reeds themselves were talking, and the water lapping softly about the smooth limestone shingle. But there was an impulse in the gentle day, and, turning from the sandy spit, Father Oliver walked to and fro along the disused cart-track about the edge of the wood, asking himself if he were going home, knowing very well that he could not bring himself to interview his parishioners that morning.

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ISBN-13: 9781787243873
Publisher: Interactive Media
Publication date: 01/11/2018
Series: World Classics
Sold by: StreetLib SRL
Format: eBook
File size: 640 KB

About the Author

George Moore, whose full name is George Augustus Moore, was an Irish author and man of letters. He was born on February 24, 1852, in Ballyglass, County Mayo, and passed away in London, England, on January 21, 1933. He was formerly regarded as a pioneer in the field of fiction, but his significance has diminished with time. Moore hailed from a wealthy Irish Catholic landowner family. He moved to Paris to pursue his dream of becoming a painter when he was 21. Edouard Manet and Moore got along well, and the artist drew three portraits of Moore. His first autobiography, Confessions of a Young Man, is another account of the years in Paris in which he introduced the younger generation in England to his interpretation of fin de siècle decadence (1888). He was one of the earliest English-language naturalist writers to learn from the French realists. The literary critic and biographer Richard Elman claims that Moore's writings had an impact on James Joyce. Moore's work is frequently recognized as the first great contemporary Irish novelist, despite occasionally being seen as being outside the mainstream of both Irish and British literature.
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