T.H White’s The Once and Future King has been sat on my bedside table for a not insignificant while now, but slow progress is still progress. I started book three, the Lancelot-centric The Ill-Made Knight, on my Thursday morning commute, and promptly put it down again because the first two paragraphs made me fully catatonic. To whit:
Continue reading “On rebuilding the fourth wall”The boy thought that there was something wrong with him. All through his life—even when he was a great man with the world at his feet—he was to feel this gap: something at the bottom of his heart of which he was aware, and ashamed, but which he did not understand. There is no need for us to try to understand it. We do not have to dabble in a place which he preferred to keep secret.
The Ill-Made Knight, ch. 1