Dillinger
Guerrilla Ontologist
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What scene from a book has truly moved you? Can you quote some of it here?
Of course there are many such scenes that have had such an impact. I will start with this one:
David Copperfield by Charles Dickens
I went in with quiet, timid step. God knows how infantile the memory may have been that was awakened in me at the sound of my mother's voice in the old parlour when I set foot in the hall. I think I must have laid in her arms and heard her singing to me when I was but a baby. The strain was new to me but it was so old that it filled my heart brimful like a friend come back from a long absence.
I believed from the solitary and thoughtful way in which my mother murmered her song that she was alone, and I went softly into the room. She was sitting by the fire, suckling an infant whose tiny hand she held against her neck. Her eyes were looking down upon its face and she sat singing to it. I was so far right that she had no other companion. I spoke to her and she started and cried out. But seeing me she called me her dear Davy, her own boy: and coming half way across the room to meet me, kneeled down upon the ground and kissed me, and laid my head down on her bosom near the little creature that was nestling there, and put its hand up to my lips.
I wish I had died. I wish I had died then, with that feeling in my heart. I should have been more fit for heaven than I have ever been since.
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(That last sentence... wow.)
Of course there are many such scenes that have had such an impact. I will start with this one:
David Copperfield by Charles Dickens
I went in with quiet, timid step. God knows how infantile the memory may have been that was awakened in me at the sound of my mother's voice in the old parlour when I set foot in the hall. I think I must have laid in her arms and heard her singing to me when I was but a baby. The strain was new to me but it was so old that it filled my heart brimful like a friend come back from a long absence.
I believed from the solitary and thoughtful way in which my mother murmered her song that she was alone, and I went softly into the room. She was sitting by the fire, suckling an infant whose tiny hand she held against her neck. Her eyes were looking down upon its face and she sat singing to it. I was so far right that she had no other companion. I spoke to her and she started and cried out. But seeing me she called me her dear Davy, her own boy: and coming half way across the room to meet me, kneeled down upon the ground and kissed me, and laid my head down on her bosom near the little creature that was nestling there, and put its hand up to my lips.
I wish I had died. I wish I had died then, with that feeling in my heart. I should have been more fit for heaven than I have ever been since.
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(That last sentence... wow.)
