Black Midi Quotes

Now time, afternoon time, which in the Midi is as elemental as air and light, expanded and rolled billowingly outwards across the rest of the day, and upwards to the vaults of the cobalt sky, freeing everyone in its delicious sprawl from their obligations.

This dark young man, on the other hand, was just what he should be — Charlie Ledwyche’s physical and temperamental opposite. There was something, she decided, elemental about him. When the lights went down again they danced “Apres-midi d’un Faune.” Shyly glancing at him, while the oboe reedily skipped and quavered above a shimmer of strings, she knew that — apart from the whiskers — there was something southern about his pale face. He was like a sleek-skinned faun himself. The light in those lazy, black-fringed eyes was undeniably pagan.