"...Let us say, then, that the soul resembles the joined powers of a pair of winged horses and charioteer. Now the horses and the drivers of the gods are of equal temper and breed, but with men it is otherwise...."
"The sun slanted deep into the wood, making hidden birds sing softly. The touch of autumn struck from his youth that cosmic sadness, which time will tame like the bite of spring. Under the pale sun, beauty and fate and love and death ached through him. After a while he signed, and took out his book".
I read and reread the paperback, but this is my first kindle reread. Oh the language, the beauty of it, it just gets better with each reread. The delicate touch, the subtleness, what an awesome book.