“And she looked back again at the foul and dismal shore, so bleak and blasted with disease and poison, and thought of her dear Pan waiting there alone, her heart’s companion, watching her disappear into the mist, and she fell into a storm of weeping. Her passionate sobs didn’t echo, because the mist muffled them, but all along the shore in innumerable ponds and shallows, in wretched broken tree stumps, the damaged creatures that lurked there heard her full-hearted cry and drew themselves a little closer to the ground, afraid of such passion.”
“His Dark Materials: The Amber Spyglass” – Philip Pullman
What a line? That one certainly captures a bleak mood’s essence. Great find.
Cheers! I find it to be a very powerful line in a very emotionally powerful scene!