[b]Joan Lindsay
As always, in matters of surpassing human interest, those who knew nothing whatever either at first or even second hand were the most emphatic in expressing their opinions; which are well known to have a way of turning into established facts overnight.[/b]
That’s still the same of course.
Nobody can be held responsible for the pranks of destiny.
They still are though.
Except for those people over there with the wagonette we might be the only living creatures in the whole world, said Edith, airily dismissing the entire animal kingdom at one stroke.
Airily. The perfect description.
Insulated from natural contacts with earth, air and sunlight, by corsets pressing on the solar plexus, by voluminous petticoats, cotton stockings and kid boots, the drowsy well-fed girls lounging in the shade were no more a part of their environment than figures in a photograph album, arbitrarily posed against a backcloth of cork rocks and cardboard trees.
Of course their parents are filthy rich. Except for Sara.
Thinking’s all right if you have the time for it.
Much to our dismay here.
Where were they going? What strange feminine secrets did they share in that last gay fateful hour?
Though it’s not really based on a true story.