"Tuttle-MeetingTheMuse" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tuttle Lisa)Metropolitan Line. His street she had located in her newly purchased London A to
Z and she felt confident of finding her way there from the station. She had no plans for what she would say or do after she had made her way to his door. She was praying that magic would strike, that he would look at her and feel what she had felt when she'd first set eyes on his face. It was a sunny day, but breezy and not very warm, even though it was June. She felt glad for her cotton jacket as she walked up the hill into the wind. Even before she saw the number and was sure, she had recognized his little white cottage with the honeysuckle twining around the green door. She knocked, and both her breath and her heart seemed to stop while she waited for the reply. A woman opened the door. She was about thirty, attractive in a strong-featured, rather exotic way, with kohl-rimmed eyes and long dark hair. "Yes?" "Does Graham Storey live here?" "Why?" "I wanted to see him." From the way the woman looked at her, she had the sudden, despairing conviction that she would not be allowed in. To this woman, whatever her connection to the poet, she was just some person from Porlock. "I'd like to meet him. Please, won't you tell him, won't you ask him -- not if he's working of course. Don't interrupt him. But if I could come back later, I wouldn't take "You're American, aren't you?" "Yes." "Here on a visit?" She nodded. "It's my first time." "How do you know Graham?" "I don't. Not personally. Just his work. I've admired it for so long..." The woman smiled suddenly. "Oh, you're one of his readers! Well, he's not here right now, but-- would you like to come in? I can show you round." This was not at all as she had hoped it would be. "Maybe I'd better come back when he's in." "Oh, he won't mind me showing you round. I'm sure he'd want me to. After you've come so far, I couldn't just send you away again with nothing. Come in, come in." "Really, I'd like to meet him." |
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