Low voices

May 6, 2012 § Leave a comment

“In that same lovely Maytime we took to the river in a canoe. Here she was the skilled one and I the crew. At night we would paddle far upriver, and then, sitting together, leaning against the rack, we would drift down, talking in low voices so as not to offend the peace of the night.”
– Sheldon Vanauken, A Severe Mercy

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