Roots

I have thought a good deal about trees; I like them. They speak eloquently of the balanced dubiety which I told you was the sceptical attitude. No splendid crown without the strong root that works in the dark, drawing its nourishment among the rocks, the soil, hidden waters, and all the little, burrowing things. A man is like that; his splendours and his fruits are to be seen, to win him love and admiration. But what about the root?

Those are Parlabane’s words from a longer chat he had with Maria about scepticism in The Rebel Angels. Maybe 2021 will be a year of roots? Who knows. I’m well into the second book in the trilogy, What’s Bred in the Bone, and so far so good. Although this one seems to really put the gothic into Southern Ontario Gothic :-)

Happy New Year!