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Martes, 09 de mayo de 2006

PICNIC AT HANGING ROCK

FORD - LINDSEY - WEIR




William Ford
Picnic at Hanging Rock (1875)


" 'Don't worry about us, Mam'selle dear,' smiled Miranda. 'We shall only be gone a very little while.'

The governess stood and watched the four girls walking off towards the creek; Miranda a little ahead gliding through tall grasses that brushed her pale skirts, Marion and Irma following arm in arm with Edith bumbling along in the rear. When they reached the clump of rushes where the stream changed its course Miranda stopped, turned her shining head and gravely smiled at Mademoiselle who smiled back and waved, and stood there smiling and waving until they were out of sight round the bend. 'Mon Dieu!' she exclaimed to the empty blue, 'now I know...'

'What do you know?' asked Greta McCraw, suddenly peering up over the top of her book, alert and factual, as was her disconcerting way. The Frenchwoman, seldom at loss for a word, even in English, found herself embarrassingly tongue-tied. It simply wasn't possible to explain to Miss McCraw of all people her exciting discovery that Miranda was a Botticelli angel from the Uffizi... imposible to explain or even think clearly on a summer afternoon of things that really mattered."

Joan Lindsey, Picnic at Hanging Rock (1967)




Picnic at Hanging Rock (Peter Weir, 1975)

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