“You’re
enjoying this, aren’t you?” she said in a low voice. “Reading that old book. You’d have liked to live in those days.”
Steven shrugged his shoulders.
“What, having teeth drawn without anesthetic, getting TB, raking out the
stove at five in the morning early in January, that sort of thing? Not to mention the high rate of infant
mortality, and the filth and the smoke of the cities. I don’t know if it’s as alluring as ll
that.” His eyes twinkled as he looked at
Sara. “But you’re right. Sometimes I really do think I’d have felt
more at ease in the nineteenth century.
A poor poet surrounded by a great many books, in a little cottage. Not a bad lifestyle.”
“Quite a romantic one, anyway.”
(from The Ludwig
Conspiracy by Oliver Potzsch)
7½*/10. The complete review is here.
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