My son is not very complicated, Mariotta, although the artifice glitters. He's afraid-"
"Afraid!" Blue eyes, dead of feeling, looked into blue. "Afraid of what? Damned by the church and condemned by the law: what possible capacity for fear can heart and head still find? Oimè el cor, oimè la testa … After five years of villainy, I promise you, I have the refinement of a cow-cabbage."
"-Afraid I might puncture the cocoon of Attic detachment. What we see is acting, isn't it, Francis?"
"Is it?" he said derisively. "You won't get your diamonds back, I fear, when the curtain comes down. And the name, please, is Lymond: a new medal: choose the trussell or the pile. My present face is the provident, forbearing one.
"Afraid!" Blue eyes, dead of feeling, looked into blue. "Afraid of what? Damned by the church and condemned by the law: what possible capacity for fear can heart and head still find? Oimè el cor, oimè la testa … After five years of villainy, I promise you, I have the refinement of a cow-cabbage."
"-Afraid I might puncture the cocoon of Attic detachment. What we see is acting, isn't it, Francis?"
"Is it?" he said derisively. "You won't get your diamonds back, I fear, when the curtain comes down. And the name, please, is Lymond: a new medal: choose the trussell or the pile. My present face is the provident, forbearing one.
( Dorothy Dunnett )
[ The Game of Kings ]
www.QuoteSweet.com