Today's selection comes from Cold Comfort Farm by Stella Gibbons. Page 65.
The cries from the little hut had stopped. An exhausted silence, brimmed with the enervating weakness which follows a stupendous effort, mounted from the stagnant air in the yard, like a miasma. All the surrounding surface of the countryside - the huddled Downs lost in rain, the wet fields fanged abruptly with flints, the leafless thorns thrust sideways by the eternal pawing of the wind, the lush breeding miles of meadow through which the lifeless river wandered - seemed to be folding inwards upon themselves. Their dumbness said: 'Give up.'
Some of my blogging buddies are combining Teaser Tuesday with It's Tuesday, Where Are You? hosted by an adventure in reading. I thought I'd join the fun. I've been meaning to do this for a few weeks but kept forgetting!
As you can tell from the above snippet, I'm in a very bleak place known as Cold Comfort Farm, in Sussex, England near the village of Howling. Never have I read bleakness described as well as in this book. It's really a hoot!