A longer read.............
'A novel is a mirror which passes over a highway. Sometimes it reflects to your eyes the blue of the skies, at others the churned-up mud of the road.'
Le Rouge et le noir (1830) bk2 ch.19 Stendhal, Henry Beyle (1783-1842)
My novel 'The Dome' is represented by the first three chapters, as a taster for those who might wish to purchase a copy of the full text from Amazon.
The first 'month' of 'A Picaresque Tale' is represented here.
