“Watch!” the Medium told them. The Darkness seemed to seethe and writhe. Was this meant to comfort them? Suddenly there was a great burst of light through the Darkness. The light spread out and where it touched the Darkness the Darkness disappeared. The light spread until the patch of Dark Thing had vanished, and there was only a gentle shining, and through the shining came the stars, clear and pure. Then, slowly, the shining dwindled until it, too, was gone, and there was nothing but stars and starlight. No shadows. No fear.
Only the stars and the clear darkness of space, quite different from the fearful darkness of the Thing. “You see!” the Medium cried, smiling happily. “It can be overcome! It is being overcome all the time!” Mrs Whatsit sighed, a sigh so sad that Meg wanted to put her arms around her and comfort her. “Tell us exactly what happened, then, please,” Charles Wallace said in a small voice. “It was a star,” Mrs Whatsit said sadly. “A star giving up its life in battle with the Thing. It won, oh, yes, my children, it won. But it lost its life in the winning.”
L'Engle, Madeleine (2010). A Wrinkle in Time (pp. 102-103). Farrar, Straus and Giroux (BYR). Kindle Edition.
I never read this book but all my friends did. I thought you'd suddenly taken up creative writing until I got to the bottom of the page! Maybe I'll have to read this one to the girls...
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely, Gregster, and for yourself as well. It's a book about themes dear to your heart!
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