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My favourite description of morose resignation to one’s environment yet: “… down diagonally to the right, a stunted tree that would neither thrive nor die, but stood there stubborn, year after year, in springtime putting out grudgingly a few apathetic leaves that seemed to wilt as soon as they touched the air, and were unceremoniously shed, limp and sallow, at the first cool breath of autumn.”
Banville crafts a dense and haunting tapestry from the threads of his beautiful prose.