And the mist of snow, as he had foreseen, was still on it – a ghost of snow falling in the bright sunlight, softly and steadily floating and turning and pausing, soundlessly meeting the snow that covered, as with a transparent mirage, the bare bright cobbles. He loved it – he stood still and loved it. Its beauty was paralyzing – beyond all words, all experience, all dream. No fairy-story he had ever read could be compared with it – none had ever given him this extraordinary combination of ethereal loveliness with a something else, unnameable, which was just faintly and deliciously terrifying.
―Conrad Aiken, Silent Snow, Secret Snow
2 thoughts on “Quote for Today: Conrad Aiken”
And then it melts
It does, if it is real. The snow in Aiken’s story doesn’t and is a pretty creepy metaphor. I found a pdf of the short story if you want to read it. The quote still applies to real snow, though. Thanks for reading!