hopefulGothic novels where the crumbling old house is replaced by a derelict generation ship?
Yeah baby.
Also, this book allows me to write lines like: She looked around for an escape, or perhaps a pot of coffee.
On to the forced marriage, and the bitter bitter end!
Also, Perceval is about to be sore tempted.
If all goes right, I might get out of this book by next weekend!
One, from his high bright window, looking down,
Peers like a dreamer over the rain-bright town,
And thinks its towers are like a dream.
The western windows flame in the sun's last flare,
Pale roofs begin to gleam.
--Conrad Aiken, The House of Dust
Fading, fading; strength beyond hope and despair
Climbing the third stair.
--T.S. Eliot, "Ash Wednesday."