Don’t read this book. Anyone who pays serious attention to Mrs Palfrey at the Claremont ought come away from it feeling less able to cope with their life. Like grief, this will be a feeling that vanishes to deceive. Just when you are enjoying a sunny spell as you walk down the street, you will remember, in the words of the poet, that like the generations of leaves so are the lives of mortal men. And that, before the branch you perch on becomes a bare ruined choir, you will have to grow old.
Mrs Palfrey at the Claremont, Elizabeth Taylor
Mrs Palfrey at the Claremont, Elizabeth…
Mrs Palfrey at the Claremont, Elizabeth Taylor
Don’t read this book. Anyone who pays serious attention to Mrs Palfrey at the Claremont ought come away from it feeling less able to cope with their life. Like grief, this will be a feeling that vanishes to deceive. Just when you are enjoying a sunny spell as you walk down the street, you will remember, in the words of the poet, that like the generations of leaves so are the lives of mortal men. And that, before the branch you perch on becomes a bare ruined choir, you will have to grow old.