John Cheever Quotes: Then There Was A Fine Noise Of Rushing

Then There Was A Fine Noise Of Rushing Water From The Crown Of An Oak At His Back, As If A Spigot There Had Been Turned. Then The Noise Of Fountains Came From The Crowns Of All The Tall Trees. Why Did He Love Storms, What Was The Meaning Of His Excitement When The Door Sprang Open And The Rain Wind Fled Rudely Up The Stair, Why Had The Simple Task Of Shutting The Windows Of An Old House Seem Fitting And Urgent, Why Did The First Watery Notes Of A Storm Wind Have For Him The Unmistakable Sound Of Good News, Cheer, Glad Tidings?
— John Cheever —

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