Quote #6

“Beautiful in their blue-black intensity, the great dark stripes over the metallic scales of the perch — caught out of season — brought back to Wolf’s mind a certain inland pool, near Weymouth backwater, where he had once hooked a small specimen of this particular fish, which his father had made him throw back again. As it had swum away through the aqueous dimness, between two great branching pickerel-weed stalks, he had had an ecstasy in thinking of that lovely, translucent underworld, completely different from his, in which, however, the pale-blooded inhabitants knew every hill and hollow, just as intimately — nor with such very different associations either — as he knew his own world.”

– John Cowper Powys, Wolf Solent