Afternoon of November 19, 2019

“The evening’s routine had been broken, and no one seemed eager to sleep. So some further celebration was possible. The girl was asked to sing, and she did as she was told, in a flat unaffected voice. The songs were simple and moving, and probably local; anyway, I’ve never heard them since. She sang them innocently, without art, taking breath like a child, often in the middle of a word. Staring blankly, without movement or expression, she simply went through each one, then stopped ­ as though she really had no idea what the songs were about, only that they were using her to be heard.”

From As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning, by Laurie Lee. Quoted by Mike Harding.

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