was operative in him, and I am telling of him what he could not have told of himself.
He stood gazing now in a different mood from any that had come to him before: he had begun to find out something fresh about this same stream, and the life in his own heart to which it served as a revealing phantasm. He recognized that what in the stream had drawn him from earliest childhood, with an infinite pleasure, was the vague sense, for a long time an ever growing one, of its MYSTERY--the form the infinite first takes to the simplest and liveliest hearts. It was because it was ALWAYS flowing that he loved it, because it could not stop: whence it came was utterly unknown to him, and he did not care to know. And when at length he learned that it came flowing out of the dark hard earth, the mystery only grew. He imagined a wondrous cavity below in black rock, where it gathered and gathered, nobody could think how--not coming from anywhere else, but beginning just there, and nowhere beyond. When, later on, he had t
despite the subtitle, st. george and st. michael is a better romance or adela cathcart. this is a work , probably C. S. lewis was referring to when he said none of his longer novels were any good. if you put it down about halfway you'll be better off. george macdonald is a fantastic writer but this is not. the c. s. lewis quote, by the way, is from George Macdonald an anthology.
If you're not familiar with the Scots language you can go to an on-line Scots dictionary to help in reading this wonderful book.
I highly recommend it. You will not be disappointed.