As I approached the dark mountain the air became heavier, colder and more oppressive. The growing shadow spread its bitter fingers around my heart and then I realised that it was the shadow of my soul.
Emily’s mother had always chastised her for being afraid of her own shadow. This time Emily stood stiffened by fear with her hands in her pockets, trembling “but Mommy it keeps waving at me.”
We’re living page 330 of Gravity’s Rainbow! exults Schroeder to Lorelei as they caper on the cold stone of a burgeoning dawn. Brockengespenstphänomen, their shadows stroke rivers and its communities, caress the fields of that rolling country.