It was a dejected-looking little tropical town situate some forty miles or more up a hot muddy river that wound back and forward, and back again, and round about as no river ever wound and serpentined before.<\/p>\n
The Deeply Poetic Account of a Midsummer Night’s Idyll<\/em>, James Edmond<\/p>\n *****<\/p>\n By the time I reached the last word of this opening line I was already rapt.\u00a0 It’s an indication of my taste in literature that this line resembles the one I posted yesterday, the opener from John Steinbeck’s Of Mice and Men<\/em>.\u00a0 Yet they were decades and continents apart, these two authors:\u00a0 the Scottish-Australian James Edmond published his story in 1913 (in his collection A Journalist and Two Bears) <\/em>and the American Steinbeck published his in 1937.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It was a dejected-looking little tropical town situate some forty miles or more up a hot muddy river that wound back and forward, and back again, and round about as no river ever wound and serpentined before. The Deeply Poetic Account of a Midsummer Night’s Idyll, James Edmond ***** By the time I reached the … <\/p>\n