The Golden Age

Above, the sky was bluest of the blue; wide pools left by the winters floods flashed the colour back, true and brilliant; and the soft air thrilled with the germinating touch that seemed to kindle something in my own small person as well as in the rash primrose already lurking in sheltered haunts. Out into the brimming sun-bathed world I sped, free of lessons, free of discipline and correction, for one day at least. My legs ran of themselves, and though I heard my name called faint and shrill behind, there was no stopping for me. It was only Harold, I concluded, and his legs, though shorter than mine, were good for a longer spurt than this. Then I heard it called again, but this time more faintly, with a pathetic break in the middle; and I pulled up short, recognising Charlottes plaintive note. She panted up anon, and dropped on the turf beside me. Neither had any desire for talk; the glow and the glory of existing on this perfect morning were satisfaction full and sufficient.

Baskı Boyutu	13,5 X 21
Baskı Sayısı	1. Basım
Baskı Tarihi	2020
Kağıt Cinsi	2. Hamur
Sayfa Sayısı	122
Ürün Türü	Kitap
Yayın Dili	İngilizce
Yayınevi	Platanus Publishing
Yazar	Kenneth Grahame