So that was Chris and her reading and schooling, two Chrisses there were that fought for her heart and tormented her. You hated the land and the coarse speak of the folk and learning was brave and fine one day; and the next you'd waken with the peewits crying across the hills, deep and deep, crying in the heart of you and the smell of the earth in your face, almost you'd cry for that, the beauty of it and the sweetness of the Scottish land and skies.
Lewis Grassic GibbonTags: scottish-fiction
So it was that she knew she liked him, loved him as they said in the soppy English books, you were shamed and a fool to say that in Scotland.
Lewis Grassic GibbonFolk said he had once been a scholar and written books and learned and learned till his brain fair softened and right off his head he'd gone and into the poorhouse asylum.
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