When Lawrence first found a gentian, a big single blue one, I remember feeling as if he had a strange communion with it, as if the gentian yielded up its blueness, its very essence, to him. Everything he met had the newness of a creation just that moment come into being.
Frieda Lawrence (2017). “Not I, But the Wind... by Frieda Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.31, Delphi Classics (Parts Edition) via PublishDrive
