Couldn't resist illustrating yesterday's quote with my own jug, sitting on the table shouting 'Spring!'
The line comes from Doris Lessing's The Pit.
Today's closing lines are Scottish, and sad, from the author of a famous trilogy:
But she still sat on as one by one the lights went out and the rain came, beating the stones about her, and falling all that night while she still sat there, presently feeling no longer the touch of the rain or hearing the sound of the lapwings going by.
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