"…to let scandal attach to her was like cutting the wings of a goldfinch: the bright creature,..."

“…to let scandal attach to her was like cutting the wings of a goldfinch: the bright creature, yellow, white, golden and delicate that in the sunlight makes a haze with its wings beside thistle-tops…”

- Ford Madox Ford, Some Do Not…from Parade’s End (via marginalgloss)